So I'm still working on my painting, but it has been a painful struggle. I keep thinking that I'm saying something, and then next thing you know, I'm not saying a damn thing. Still, I don't want to give up on it.
Here you go, watch the struggle with my minimal comments.
Added brambles to the bottom.
Got rid of big, clowny footprints. They know they're there—I let them go.
Added gear and watch face.
Studio mate commented on the little girl and how she didn't seem to belong. He was right, but removing her was hard. I tested it with a piece of paper first to make sure. Added a pomegranate and six of the seeds.
Just plain struggling. Studio mate tried to be helpful. Rejecting his ideas can be very insightful. Though I say it's a bit of a random process, I guess it's not that random. There is something that I'm looking for, and I can't find it in every image I pick up.
My other three mixed-media collages have come back from the framers. Maybe I need to hang them in the studio so I can remind myself about the technical details that I like about them. As I fought with the current piece, I thought back. I kept coming back to the word "movement". This piece seems so flat. In those other pieces there's all kinds of movement. Movement around the canvas, seemingly movement through time, and through depths on the two-dimensional surface. That's where I need to work now—hopefully that's where this is headed. I guess this is where the magic happens. I hope I can pull it together because yesterday I was ready to cut it in pieces.