i am all about learning new things, trying stuff out and just digging into the creative possibilities.
most of the time. except when i am worn out and totally past overstimulated. and i was and still am. in an uncool, big way.
thanks to my friend, Christy Tomlinson and her amazing creative spirit (and her love of sharing all of her creative goodness), i have been sketching again. she loves painting girls and has gotten so brave about painting (gasp) faces.
sketching on the train, in airports, on the plane, and even on the couch watching tv. just to distract me from me.
i can do everything but the eyes. frickin’ eyes. they bring out the worst in me. i always get caught between my vision (hahahaha.) of what I would like my eyes to look like on paper and making them look real.
they always cross the line. and make me frustrated. i study hers. i study pinterest. i copy. i trace. i fail.
my eyes. DO NOT LIKE. my eyes.
so i had the weekend to do a bit of painting and i thought it was time for me to recreate a sketch into a mixed-media painting. i got fancy and enlarged it then cut it into traceable sections. it worked. i loved the piece without a face. and I wish i would have gotten over seeing it through. because I really LOVED that blank face. it was stunning.
i saved the eyes for last. (not sure that is the best choice in this situation)
my husband asked why i painted medusa.
i really wanted to like it. (and please don’t tell me i should have given the above photo. it took about a dozen instagram photos to get an angle that made it look good. TRUST ME)
so i thought i would start over and paint the face white. so i did. then the background i loved was ruined. and i was mad.
so i took it to the bathroom sink and scrubbed the shit out of it. and part of my background withstood the torture. and i walked away.
the next day. with new eyes (bhahahahaha.) i started over. sticking to my tried and true to remind myself that I am pretty frickin good.
and that i have it in me to change it up. just not right now.