…A window. What gets painted on them is what I imagine I can see through the window.
I try to come up with a composition that works in my frame. What could you see if you were three or four feet from a window, looking out.
The branches of a cherry tree or dogwood stretching across the sky. A fish swimming past. A mythical creature running past.
…A box. What can you fit into it?
A magic skull, or maybe a person.
Ooo this gave me some great ideas! (happy artist)
…A portal or door way. Where would you go if you had a magic portal?
I spend most of my time treating the canvas like a window. I like to take a third person viewpoint and imagine what one would see. This allows me to imagine a huge scene, but only see a small portion of it. I feel more free, knowing what is seen is not all that there is.
When imagine the canvas as a box, I feel confined and my art reflects the feeling.
Imagining the canvas as a door is similar to it being a window. The only difference is what is on the other side. Things can spill through doors once they are open.
Have a good week!
There are days when I feel more negative things than positive.
I do my best to keep it from leaking out, but I am sure people can tell.
I can usually pick myself up by writing things out, so here goes!
Yesterday was a pretty bad day. I am not even sure why it was bad. I was productive. I worked on art, prepped this blog post, completed several chores, and took pictures in a cemetery. Honestly, it was a pretty productive day.
So why did I feel so useless and empty?
I am kind of angry also. Angry that people got straight to “hormones” whenever a female is not feeling like they usually do. Angry that most of what I am can be attributed to a good or bad hormone day.
I am also angry at my current financial situation. The only thing I could have done to make it better was stay where I was, slowly getting sadder and sadder, and fatter and fatter. I do not think that giving up my physical and mental health was worth the wage I received anymore.
There are other things I am angry about my financial situation, but I need to work those out with my spouse.
Maybe I am not feeling useless and empty, maybe I am just angry at a lot of things, most of which I have no control over. That could be a good answer.
I have a large commission coming up. I have to fine tune the sketches and confer with my client. This will be a good thing, it means keeping busy, creating income and getting out and exercising.
I have a small painting I am finishing up.
I have the prospect of another mural for a business and two more events. Things may or may not be as bad as I think or envision. I just need to keep taking the steps to make things work.
I am feeling a bit of the hope coming back.
The past week has been rough.
I am so burnt out from my job that I am putting in my notice. I have been doing the job for ten years. It has grown beyond what one person can handle. I have asked for help every month for the last year and none has been forth coming.
The stress is taking its toll on me. I eat when I am frustrated so I keep putting on weight and wasting money on junk food. There is not escape from the food. It is in the cafeteria, gift shop, snack bars (there are two,) and the pharmacy. There are also three convenience stores across the street.
I am so frustrated that I cannot get the motivation to exercise. I do not even really want to work on art, read, or socialize. I just want to hide away in my room and stare at the ceiling. Then all the negative and bad thoughts come. So really, a lose, lose situation.
There are things that I am concerned about. Like having enough money to support the house hold, paying bills and what not. I am concerned that I will not be able to sell any art to help financially. I am concerned that I will not be able to create more art, once I do not have the stress and frustration of the daily grind.
I worry that I will just fail and bring the household down with me.
I just cannot do it any more. Working at a fast food joint slinging burgers or taking orders is more appealing then going into work tomorrow. If I had fewer morals, I might have just walked off the job several years ago.
I have morals and I am pretty stubborn. I do have my limits and they have been reached.
Sad and true.