It feels good to be painting again. My painting continues to be experimental. I am having fun, but the perfectionist in me is feeling frustrated. There is a stroke that eludes me. I can see it clearly, but I can't seem make my hand do what my brain wants. Perhaps I need an easel. I've been painting on the floor for a long time, and it is limiting. Here is what my apartment looks like when I am working on paintings.
Yuk! I need a studio! I hate clean up. It would be so great to just close the door on the mess!
Not sure if this one is done yet. The strokes are not quite as perfect as I wanted.
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