Felt like that yesterday. Was striding into my new series, moving right along, taking in the colors, sweeping my brush back and forth with pleasure. Then, bam! The painting went down. Was flat on its face before it knew it was going.
|work in progress|
When I slipped on the ice, the critical decision was whether to go to Starbucks before the hospital emergency room or after.
I opted to dust myself off and head to Starbucks for my usual Sunday morning coffee date with Dave. First things first. X-rays second.
Similarly, today, after catching my breath—and it needed catching!, I dusted myself off and kept playing. My slapstick inquiry might be broken, might not.
Slapped collage and pastels onto my painting and let 'em stick. Gave it a title and called it a postcard.
Now, on to other things—the emergency room happily not among them!
|I Can Only Face So Much Drama at Once|
4x5"; acrylic, pastels, and collage on paper,
mounted on card stock