I need to figure out some place to photograph my paintings in order to eliminate glare, however until that happens... yay glare! I probably should also stop being so lazy and stop taking these photos with my phone, but it is just so damn convenient.
Here is the lilly with the background finished, the bud toned down, the leaves finished (I was originally going to put more detail into the leaves, but in the end decided against it, wanting the flower to focus one's attention), which means that the painting is almost finished, but there is just one problem...I am a coward.
It is time, finally to add the little spikes of color, but I am nervous to do it. Being nervous like this is a problem I have had since I was about seven or eight years old. I would draw something in pencil and then be terrified that I would ruin it when I added color. Not that it would be ruined by color, but that I would ruin it by being an awful colorer.
I remember one summer being particularly frustrated by this because of my older sister's art works. I was probably around ten or eleven and I was visiting my dad for the summer, as per usual; but this particular summer my second oldest sister (who is six years older than me) had started to live with my dad several months before we (the twins and I) arrived.
In her bedroom she had arranged along a wall drawings she had made, mostly of disney characters, and they were all finished in colored pencil. I had been staring in awe at these things for weeks. I remember one day being up in her room drawing, a couple of kittens, on the floor. When the pencil drawing was done I was so nervous to color the kittens in, because, of course, the drawing was super great. I asked my sister if she was ever nervous to color in her drawings. CG looked down from her bed at me confused and responded with a, "No, of course not."
Sigh...if only. Maybe I will wait the two weeks I had originally thought I would need to wait for it to dry.
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