Took a small work-in-progress on paper beyond the point of no return today. My intention was to play and have fun, and I made good on that intention … until I didn’t.
Suddenly I was throwing good money after bad, as the saying goes.
Eventually, and uncharacteristically, I tore the piece into four pieces.
Buh-bye!
I feel delicious spaciousness now. Time to move on.
I love how torn up paintings can create something utterly new. I can imagine the spacious you feel!
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In this case, it was the actual impulsive but decisive physical act of ripping up the painting that created spaciousness. I tossed the pieces into a wastepaper basket and now have my hands and heart open to whatever comes next : )
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Been there done that….just a few days ago as a matter of fact. It’s kind of cathartic sometimes.
I do like this little piece at this stage, however. Especially that vase.
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Thanks, MaryAnn! I’m grateful that I took photos en route and captured this sweet spot—I’m also very fond of that vase, and of the botanical bouquet created from torn lifting paper : )
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ohnmy gosh are we in synch or what? I am staring at a piece on the drying wall of my studio that is beyond hopeless. I am going to tear it up! What FUN!
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We are in synch!!! Let ‘er RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP, Lola!!!
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Love it…. the freedom from moving on. 🙂
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In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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