Last week I finished a painting that I'd started the week before. I had a clear mental image of how I wanted it to look when finished. I started the painting doing everything I felt necessary to prepare for the finished work that would take me the direction I wanted it to go. Little did I know that the painting I wanted to complete DIDN'T WANT TO BE PAINTED! Or so it appeared. As I continued to work, it continued to progressively change and morph into something I had no initial idea or inspiration for, muchless how to bring it back to my original intent. But I kept going with what the painting seemed to want... I was very frustrated in the beginning stages and quite pleasantly pleased when I finished.
Sometimes it just seems that art has a mind of its own. That it wants to use YOU as a means of becoming what IT pleases, and not what you intend. Not all the time... but some of the time. And although I don't follow a superstitious means of attaining a finished product, I do enjoy the fun of letting something seem to evolve of its own life force. Creativity can be a thrill to participate in when it seems to be leading you, rather than you directing the shots.
Like the little old Native American grandmother whose bread didn't want to be eaten, my painting just didn't seem to want to become what I had intended. But that's OK. The bread eventually got eaten anyway and the painting got painted. But the end result was't in line with how we both thought it would happen in the beginning. However, the finished product was still good... even though it seemed to hit the floor a few times before I finished it. Sometimes we should just let that happen. Let the work have a mind of its own. Here's the piece.
36X36 Mixed Media on wrapped canvas
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