Well well well, it’s been about 3 weeks and still no work to post. Every week rolls by and I think, I’ll get there! I’ll finally get a painting finished and then I can post it! Ok, today! Oh wait, I have to do this…, so, not today. Ok, tomorrow! Ok, well, not tomorrow either. Something has got in the way every… single… day. It’s disheartening and has really taken the wind out of my sails. The really shitty thing is, that I actually have a painting on my easel. But it’s a few hours from being done. And I don’t want to post it until it’s finished.
This isn’t like my wings projects… those were lengthy and time consuming and absorbing. They were interesting and a new process and there just seemed to be loads to actually talk about.
This painting is small. And unobtrusive. And somewhat mundane. But that is exactly what I like about it. Even though I am currently wasting time in my dining room, typing my uninspired thoughts instead of finishing the damn thing. So, I like it, and I can’t get up the gumption to finish it.
Like a sailor on the sea, I am stuck in the doldrums waiting for a fresh breeze.
To be fair, I have been off doing the other things I do… keeping busy with summertime social obligations and activities. I am coming to see the ebb and flow of the creative process that seems (for me) to be very weather dependent. Rainy days are good for getting inside work done. I am not a plein air painter. If you read my last post, you know why I need to be outside. So, needless to say, the horses have been getting a good work out and so has my social skills. Seems like everyone wants to throw a potluck or a barbeque or a wine tasting party. Which is what summer is all about.
But I sure am jonesing for the rain to come back so I can hole up in the studio with a good book on CD, a sleepy dog, a blank canvas and a fresh palette.
Must I finish this little experimental painting? Sigh, I must. Here’s why: It speaks to me. It’s all about the mundane. It’s about elevating the mundane into art. You see, a few weeks ago I was doing a chore I find tedious. The laundry. I know, some folks love it. I find it boring and dull and insipid and all sorts of bland little adjectives. But I was doing it because I have to. Just like most everyone in the world. Unlike many, I am lucky to have my own washing machine and a nice one at that. Unlike some, I am unlucky in that I don’t have someone to do it for me. Dang it.
Anyway, long rambling aside, I was standing there staring at the washer when it occurred to me that the machine itself was actually a lovely bit of design work and I really should be more appreciative of it’s lines and what it can do for me. So I took a picture of it with my phone, went to the studio and using the digital image I sketched out some rough lines and got to work. A total departure from my usual pattern, but I was on a roll. Here’s where I left off:
I thought about it quite a bit while I was off doing other things in between whining to myself about NOT working on it and drinking another glass of wine. But then there was tonight. It rained a little bit… I sat down to waste some time drafting my post. No intention of actually posting since I didn’t have a finished piece. Went out to take a picture of the unfinished project and you know what happened? I picked up the brushes and got busy. SO, after much ado… and lots of silly ramblings… here it is: The Washer. A Thing of Beauty.