Sunday I completed a painting I’ve been working on since Christmas. I’ve been absolutely dying to hang it up and it’s been a struggle to find the time to work on it between the pregnancy, visitors and life in general.
It’s finished, hung and I’m happy to have it off my easel in one way yet in another, I’m itching (and a bit nervous) to start the next one. I’m going BIG again, another six-footer for our stairwell.
The gun and flowers turned out well (preeeeeety much the way I planned) but I can’t help staring at it and wondering if it’s REALLY finished (is it ever?) Wondering if I would have done a few things differently if I could do it all again….Knowing, that I have zero interest in starting another one because I need to switch it up.
Do you ever feel that way? After finishing one thing you just need to start something completely different?
When I paint for others I feel a sense of relief when I finish a piece and I usually feel proud. I can’t quite work out what it is about painting for myself that unsettles me. I’m probably too critical but I’m honestly never completely satisfied.
Take this painting, for example.
It’s grown on me but it’s not what I pictured when I started. My intentions were to let intuition take over. So they did. And they ran away. The piece ended up being a mash-up of many of the styles I’ve experimented with over the last few years. Maybe I went right for my comfort zone or maybe I took what I learned and pushed it even further….Maybe it’s all the way you look at it.
I guess it does look pretty cool against the concrete wall…
If you have any insight I would love to hear it. How do you push from one project to the next?