Scared of what? Of nothing more than not being happy with what shows up on my canvas, I guess. The product.
Don't know if scared is the most apt word, but there ya have it. Sometimes it's hard to start.
That said, I keep starting.
Today I tackled wet stuff hanging outdoors to dry. Had been wanting to paint clothes on a line for ages but hadn't found many clotheslines, let alone one with good lighting or setting. Forged ahead anyway.
Now I have a first clothesline painting. Started with my reference photo upside down to once again push my brain to see shape, color, and value rather than physical things.
This scene was at Takodah. Let me tell you about wet items on clotheslines at Takodah. They're lucky if they ever get dry, hanging as they do mostly under trees. I have visceral camp memories of trying to tug cold clammy resisting bathing suits onto my body.
This little clothesline, with its towels, seems to have found enough sunlight to cast shadows. Lucky people in that cabin!
|Tryin' to Dry in Time|
6x6", acrylic on canvas board