Up until a few week ago I hadn’t painted for about 18 months as I didn’t have a studio to paint in. Since being back in the studio and using oil paints I have noticed that I used to take painting for granted. I used to just do painting and not realize what a special privilege it is to be doing something that I love doing so much.
Here’s what I love about painting..
- I love the new white canvas; attacking it with dripping paint, just to give me some idea of the composition and to cover up the white. I have heard that some artists can be scared by a new canvas, but I learned to love new white canvases as I can remember a time when I couldn’t afford them.
- I love watching a painting grow. I use oils and just keep building up a painting over several weeks or months, with the finished painting often looking nothing like I expected.
- I love how music sounds so much better when you’re painting. You feel the music rather than just hear it, which makes it so much more interesting.
- I love paintings that almost finish themselves. They’re the ones that are finished quickly and just feel right.
- I love paintings that drag on and never really feel finished. They’re the ones that frustrate you, never feel right, and exist just to try your patience.
- I love dancing by myself in front of the easel, even though I can’t dance and usually only ever try to after a bottle of red wine.
- I love the smell of oil paints.
- I love Payne’s grey/gray.
- I love how oils are thick or thin, wet or dry, light or dark, transparent or opaque..
- I love the.. spiritual moments that I don’t know how to describe.. or are they just the crazy moments?.. lol
- I love sitting and looking.
- I love pacing the studio, looking at things from different angles, turning things upside down, moving things around.
- I love it when the dogs come in to say hello while I’m painting.
I can’t believe it took me more than 18 months to get back into a studio!