Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Friday, September 14, 2012
The paint has a mind of its own...
I reworked this piece, actually, something I hardly ever do. Body was too long, legs too short, some muddiness in the feathers, now all tidied up. And cannot decide if this is all okay or not. Definitely, this is not what I had in mind when I started. It just got all tight and kind of designy. Probably it is the acrylic paint. It waits for no one, not even the artist. I think I will stop thinking about this and just let it sit there, where it is what it is. Meanwhile, feeling really grateful for my two healthy fur persons while a dear friend is nursing her puppy back from parvo. Sometimes I feel that I should not be grateful because I am not suffering. Nuts to that. And I get to start another painting today.