In my sketchbook I feel free to make images. My sketches here flow from my hand without thought.
Why is it so very difficult for me to feel like that when faced with a canvas?!
You might remember these I started last week...
A good start but I personally didn't like them because each part of them hadn't flowed when I was painting. It was as though I had a stern voice over my shoulder telling me to "get it right" with every brushstroke. How intimidating!
This is the one that you saw in the right hand side of the photo. I do love the colours but I felt I was trying too hard with the composition and that was preventing me from enjoying the process. If you're a painter you'll know how badly a painting will turn out if you haven't enjoyed at least part of the making!
So I decided to pretend I was painting in my sketchbook, with no-one to please except myself, and this is what happened to it...
I loved creating all those patterns and the bright pink was a joy to work with.
So the moral of my story?
I'm still a bit spaced out from finishing this and I have it hanging on my wall so that I can live with it for a bit before I make up my mind about it.
I'd love to know what you think and for any advice on how to please myself and to make that voice shut up!
Thankyou lovely people! xx