It’s been a nice day today. I’ve had a busy week in town, so today I decided to don some sweatpants to up my odds of staying home, or at least in DB. It worked. I did take Layla on a two hour outing to the post office, but I feel recharged.
The original plan was to do some writing because I got some comments back from my advisor yesterday and so was feeling directed and ready to plunge in again, but then after looking at the calendar and realising I have three whole weeks til my next submission, I thought, why not have a painting day instead?
I’ve been meaning to paint because I am thinking about trying to sell some art as my DIY fundraiser for our church building project. I would dearly love to do something physical like run a marathon, but really, I just have to accept that at 35 weeks pregnant, that is not an option for me this time. So, perhaps I can fetch a few bob from a picture or two… we shall see. I really don’t know how to go about doing this, but I have people I can ask.
I had a serious offer to put on an exhibition about a year and a half ago. I was sent away to create twelve paintings, and therein lay the problem. In order to do a series of 12 paintings, one must have some sort of stylistic consistency. I haven’t decided on mine just yet. The likelihood of ever deciding on one if very slim, so I’m really uncertain as to my chances of ever completing the 12…as far as I know the offer still stands, but ug…
So, today I felt like painting my good friend Clive Staples Lewis. I am very frustrated because he had (what I thought) was quite an easy face, and especially an easy pair of eyes, but I got impatient and put too much oil down and then lost control of the paint and just don’t feel satisfied with my efforts, so then I set myself the never-before-considered goal of leaving a painting to dry for a week or two with the intention of coming back to it later. I am not good at coming back to things. I like to knock things out completely in one sitting – not a virtue. I am learning much.
So, after shaking hands with myself to revisit Clive later, I went on to two of my slightly more typical kiddie-styled music pictures. You can get an idea of all three in the fuzzy photo above. Anyway, I fought and won against the temptation to paint into the night and instead cleaned my brushes and packed all the stuff away. I need to practice for Sunday… so, over to Project Sweet Sound we go….