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.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Help me! I'm atuck on mushrooms!
It all started at Blick, where I fell in love with these little 6 inch square canvases and thought, gee, let's paint a tiny opus of something. How that morphed into mushrooms is anybody's guess, my mind just works like that. This is No. 2 in the series, and it began with a violent green background with abyssmal blue shadows. I was meditating yesterday and saw that my first image was way too out there, so I played with it today, and now it is kind of sweet. Messy, but sweet. They are kind of joyous fungi now, all plump and pink and ready for the marinara sauce. I haven't worked in paint for a while, unless it was to slap it around in an abstract kind of manic way, and it was a challenge. Do I work all tight? Answer to that is NEVER. I am not a picky picky person. I just slapped here, too. Don't like it? Put on some more paint. More coming. This is FUN.