The one that got away
Or more correctly, "the one that didn't get to the show."
I'm a binge painter. I'm thinking about making art all the time, but only seem to do it in bursts. The way my brain works seems to require a concerted effort at concentration, which, given the constraints of time and having to make a living, I cannot seem to muster every day. I envy those artists who can head out to the studio and work every day for an hour or two, and then get on with the other parts of life. I just seems to take me a solid week to corral my thoughts and energy enough to get started on something, and then a couple more weeks before I make anything worth looking at, and by the time I'm turning out satisfactory work, I've built up a head of steam that I can't just turn off. Usually the only time I have for this amount of effort is winter. But the way I've arrange my life I usually have 3 or 4 months to just work in the studio. Oh, and also get up firewood. [frowning.]
ANYWAY, once I get to working, I try to just let myself make whatever comes to mind, without judgement. I've been known to talk myself out of many paintings ahead of time, and I'm trying to stop that. Just make it, and decide later whether it's any good.
This new-to-me plan is very freeing, but also results in the occasional "orphan." By that I mean something that doesn't really "fit" with the rest of the paintings in the group, either conceptually or visually. Sometimes I just paint a landscape or a still life to "loosen up." Sometimes I just have a weird idea and go with it, to see where it goes. And then it's kind of a dead end. [Or maybe a preview of coming attactions??!]
So, with that unnecessary amount of introduction, here's a little orphan I call "Enfant Terrible."
Jennifer Cox is an artist working in Rockbridge County, VA. She shows her work regionally, sometimes nationally, but not that often. She works in virtual isolation, so if you want to leave a comment, please do! Just try to be kind.