The Art of Sandra Busby...
Painter of Playful Light in Glass and Still Life


Thursday, 10 March 2016

Spitting the Dummy...

So it's been two weeks since my last post and since then, I started one painting, which I just wasn't feeling and I destroyed another, which simply went wrong... And by 'destroyed', I mean I snapped it in to four pieces (I don't do anything by halves)!

And BOY did I spit my dummy out of the pram!
It was clearly the end of the world and so I crawled in to a dark corner for a while to lick my wounds.

I finally crawled back out of it yesterday when my creative Mojo re-appeared and I had a ponder at why this had happened in the first place.

So, the first painting that I 'wasn't feeling', I abandoned completely. 
This is because it had been inspired by another Artist and as much as I love his work, I began to feel as though the painting wasn't really coming from me. Had I have finished it, it may have got a few 'Oooh's' and even perhaps a couple of 'Ahhhs', but I always want to stay true to my own style and so I decided to treat it as more of a lesson ...and bin it.

But the second painting went wrong because of one simple mistake in the initial drawing, which I should have noticed before I even put brush to canvas, but didn't. I had other distractions going on at the time so I think my mind was simply elsewhere and my painting unfortunately paid for it.

Now, a lot of Artists will say that there is always a way to 'fix' an oil painting and when working with opaque colours this is mostly true. But often as in this case, I work with transparent colours, which leave very little room for error. Yes, I could have gone over it with opaques to 'fix' it, but the glow would have been obliterated and it would have lost it's luminosity. I wasn't prepared to accept anything less than what I had been aiming for so I decided to get rid ...and have an Oscar winning tantrum instead.

Anyway, I was going through some old letters written to me by my Uncle Danny yesterday and in one of them he wrote...

'When you are in a trough of a wave, everything seems hopeless, but by the very nature of things, you can't stay there but must rise up on the crest of the next wave.' 

...And there it was. The very thing I needed to hear.
So with that, I picked myself up, brushed my sorry arse down and got back on the surfboard!

And now I have three canvases laid out in front of me. And I'm excited!
Two are entirely new paintings which I will start today and one will be the one I trashed, which I want to do again - only right this time!

And not painting for a while wasn't a bad thing. Because when I crawled in to my dark hole I took my sketchbook and pencils with me and just had fun sketching for a while.
I copied from drawing books and from life and sketched objects around me. So it wasn't all a waste of time. Here are just a few of them...

...A Peak Inside my Sketchbook

Back soon!


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