Thursday, November 15, 2012

Aging Gracefully

While taking a break from painting ornaments, another tree painting was calling me.  Whatever it is that has me so obsessed with trees lately, doesn't seem to be fading.  At least not yet.
I had some 8x10 canvases and started painting an aqua blue/green background.  Within a few hours, I'd produced this:
I had the title in my mind before it was half finished:   'Windswept'.  Then came the moment I seem to have with all of my paintings:  Trying to decide if it is done or not.  Finally, in large part to my friend Teresa, I decided that it needed to be left alone and if I wanted to add a quote through Photoshop, I would.  It seemed to be calling for a quote of some sort. I toyed around with words that dealt with 'wind' but nothing really seemed to fit.  Then I decided it might be more fitting to add a quote that dealt with aging gracefully.  Trees after all, do a very good job of this and I always admire how they withstand the test of time.  It would also go along with the aged, weathered look I gave the painting. This is what I ended up with:


I suppose it really doesn't need a quote at all.  The piece is strong enough to stand on its own without anything else added to it.  The good news is that with one click of the mouse I can simply remove the quote all together.

I am noticing a problem that's starting to occur. I don't want to seem to let go of these paintings.  It is an attachment, yes.  But there's more going on than that: with every painting I finish, I develop this tiny sense of panic that I'll never be able to reproduce anything of this quality again. I'm not sure where this is coming from, but there you have it.  I'm sure I'll sort through it. 

By the way - to Kyra, Roz, Beth, Lynn and Teresa....thank you for your comments here. I haven't figure out how to reply to them yet, but am working on it ;)


1 comment:

Kyra said...

SInce you're on blogger, you reply by going to your post and replying beneath. I'm sure there's an easier way than that, but I haven't figured it out! ;)

Oh, and letting go of a piece? I fall in love with some of mine too (like my white rabbit) and I figured out that I'm meant to let go, they're meant to find their forever homes. Mostly because I don't want to be like Van Gogh with them discovering rooms jammed full of paintings no one had seen/wanted/whatever. That just seemed so sad to me!