Published on February 20, 2015
The painting didn’t want to stay grey for long.
(You can see where she started off by CLICKING HERE.)
Then, it was a bit of a surprise to me when fire wanted to come in.
Well, not really actually.
(HEY!!! There’s still one space open in IGNITE by the way! We start March 16th!)
The real surprise happened right around the point pictured above.
I started fussing and fooling with it. And just getting really freaking frustrated. I even considered dipping my brush into some black paint and opening up a can of whoop ass on it.
I was trying to get it perfect. That’s basically it.
So I left it. Took a break. Walked away. If I smoked, I would have probably wolfed down a pack.
But instead I hung out with my little guy!
And that’s when I remembered…
My series is called 101 Imperfect Faces.
I don’t know why that keeps slipping my mind? But it was that space away, once again, that helped me make amends with my painting and save her from a can of whoop ass.
When I got back to my painting table, I fell in love with her all of a sudden.
The things that drove me crazy earlier had melted away.
But honestly…maybe it wasn’t her imperfection I made amends with after all…maybe it was mine.