Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I've fought with this little boat for three days and still its not doing as I want. The colours are ok, the shape isn't and I'm about to wipe it for the umpteenth time.
Its likely because I'm tired and stressed from work and general busyness. Daylight savings time play havoc with my body clock and it takes me a week or more to get over it, rather like jet lag. I wish they'd just leave it all alone, it serves no purpose to me - and many others by the sounds of it.
So when all the factors combine, the construction of art seems to suffer. I don't know if I'll continue to beat this piece to death or admit defeat while I'm ahead. Its looking more like the latter right now, but you never know what a new day will bring.
Tonight, in a moment of weakness, I ordered a dozen tubes of handmade oil paints and some oil sticks from Kama Pigments in Montreal. Like all artists in moments of despair, I believe that the tools will be the saviour or the destruction of me. Either way, quality pigments made traditionally cannot be a bad thing, can they?