Strange how just a few weeks ago I had given up on trying to find a comfort zone with painting. Nothing worked, I struggled with colour and with the paint and brushes. Then suddenly I gave up, and like the previous blog shows I gave up, it was just not for me, once it had seemed it was, but it just wasn’t happening.
The moment I dropped my expectations, the moment I stopped fighting it it happened. I could see much clearly and it all became easier.
I wasn’t trying to force the paint to work for me the way I wanted it, I was t trying to produce anything in particular and I had no expectations. The moment I did this the relationship between the paint, colour and myself changed and I found my comfort zone.
No masterpieces, no pretence, but there was a new relationship between me and my colour work.
I suppose the lesson learnt is that sometimes giving up isn’t that bad a thing to do when you start to see things differently.
Now I am excited about the prospects because I have set myself no targets or expectations, I can as easily turn myself away from it as keep doing it.
I am no longer, either, looking at the past, instead I am looking at the now, at what it is I do now and how it feels now and rediscovering another facet of my art.
Colour has its place, as does painting, but under the recognition that it needs integrating and acknowledgement of who I am and how I work and let it materialise by itself. No expectations.
The funny thing is that in these time I have actually not done much of what I would have described as drawing, yet all these pieces have that sense of having been drawn rather than painted.
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