As I trudge through each two-hour window I interact with this painting, this HUGE commission, I don’t think. Haven’t I figured out the method yet? It’s been 12 years at least of painting. I attack the canvas, feel great about the bold colors, the great start. Then, I try to cheat, try to wrap it up early. No, the painting doesn’t let me, it get’s uglier. And uglier. Until I have to perform some emergency amputation on it. Paint over large, beautiful sections of color and pattern with one big repeating color, hopefully able to save the composition. When the painting is only 22″x28″ it goes pretty quickly and I have a pleasing, practically finished result after the next two-hour stretch. But no, this one keeps kicking me down.
I have hope. I know that it’s getter better but I need to have a good chunk of time when I’m not fighting sleep or the drawing in of the couch. I didn’t think the size of this painting would matter that much, but is has. Almost like my eyes can’t communicate with my brain to take it all in and complete the composition. I have a feeling I’ll be praying over this one. I have a goal to finish it before Thanksgiving. I’d love to finish way before Thanksgiving so I can get started on other things that I would really really love to do.
These small little sections have come together though. They are giving me hope for the fuller, more mature finished painting that will come. So maybe I do have a process. It’s trial and error. It’s frustrating every time, but it’s there. I still wish I had a formula. It would save me time, and stress.