After I've declared a painting "done" there are mixed feelings. Sometimes, it's a sigh of relief because if I have to look at the model one more time, I think I'll be sick or Oh, too bad I'm done. I'm going to miss working on this one, it's been fun,
Each and every painting is different, so, so different. Some are more challenging than others. Some take longer than others to declare "finished". I put finished and done in quotes because sometimes I feel I could go on and on forever, never finishing some paintings. Other times, I know I've reached capacity. The ones I feel are never ending are the ones to hold off, let sit for awhile and go back to. That idea has merit I've learned over the years.
I've heard other artists make reference to a painting: as it painted itself. I know what they means. I've experienced that firsthand. It is a beautiful thing. It's as if you are in the zone and can see the strokes of paint even before you've made it. What a wonderful thing!
Then there are other times. Well, lets just say I am not even near the zone. The feeling of starting can even be exciting which is deceptive and then somewhere in the middle I wonder, "Why on earth did I chose this. What was I thinking"? Thank goodness, this feeling doesn't happen that often anymore. I'd like to think it is due to experience.
I've come to the conclusion; done or not, I think it has to do with if you have anything more to say about it. If I've come to the end of my story, I'm done. There is nothing more to tell. The End.
And, now my blogger friends, it is time for me to end this blog.
Bye for now.
Chow.
