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.
Thursday, October 09, 2014
I think I suck at watercolors. Part of the reason is that I work very fast and don't pay enough attention to what is happening on the surface and they freaking run around with a mind of their own. They just won't behave like oil or acrylic will. So, impatience, number one artistic character defect. Sometimes, though, something interesting happens all by itself. It could be some colors that meld together, or a tiny detail that didn't get smeared around. I pulled out a stack (one of many) of watercolors I did in a class a couple of years ago and gave them the test; what would they be if I framed them. Amazing things happen when I put a mat around a painting. Doesn't matter if I like the painting or think it worthy of framing. It's like putting a bum in a tuxedo. Suddenly, wow, it looks so, well, legitimate! I am of the mind that an audacious artist could put a mat around anything, slap it on a wall, and somebody would think it is art, fall in love with it, and buy it, even at the slightly inflated price I put on my art, because if I don't value it, no one will. In fact, I think you must love a piece of art to purchase it, and that should be a tiny sacrifice. Then the artwork will be the balm for that little wound in your bank balance. Newest thoughts from an admittedly insecure, neurotic artist.