Did you think I’ve spent the last weeks just driving and walking around, marveling at the river, snow, rain, and Samson in the water?
Nope. I’ve been oil painting every workday. See?
The 2 oil paintings of Sequoia trees are drying, along with the blacksmith shop. (The Commissioner likes it!!)
And, what is this? Sometimes when a painting doesn’t sell, I turn it into something else. This used to be a field of red tulips. No one cared except me.
Hi Samson. Stay out of my palette.
People in my life care more about Sequoia trees than tulips.
Whoa. What is this? It used to be a field of red and yellow tulips. I hope people in my life care more about pomegranates than tulips. I thought briefly about painting all the fruits that begin with “P” – poms, pears, peaches, plums, persimmons and maybe even a pumpkin. A pumpkin would be large and weird with those others. And what would I name it? “Ps”? I could throw in a quince and call it “Ps & Q”. . . never mind.
Hi Samson. Like your new perch? Stay out of my palette. That concrete block is holding down a box over the phone because you have knocked it off the hook too many times.
Part of the business of art is being honest with myself. I have to ask hard questions and face the answers. Why doesn’t a particular painting sell? Maybe it isn’t good enough, or maybe no one cares. I have to face facts and paint things that sell. Otherwise, I might need to get a job.
Sell, Sequoia Tree, Sell. I really don’t want to paint this one out. Paint it over? Paint over it? And don’t worry, this isn’t finished.
Never mind. Back to the easels. . .
2 Comments
It must be really hard to paint over one of your pieces!
Jennifer
I get tougher with practice. . . there is this determination to only have the best paintings around. It is making a choice between Okay and Best. Often what used to be Best only now qualifies as Okay. Sometimes it still hurts.
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