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My customer had four rather ratty plywood pieces that were the right size to trim out a window. I sanded them and slathered them with lavender paint to smooth out the worst of the hills and valleys. Then, listening to horrible romantic comedies in Spanish (luckily I couldn't understand enough to be truly revolted), I painted the trim boards in a sort of Celtic-ish style. That's a book on the Lindisfarne Gospels in the picture.   The top and bottom.  The two uprights.
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I had a slinky black dress and rhinestones. That made all the difference. And made a sale!!! It was one of the little expressionistic pieces that I made in the last month (the first one below).               Not sure if this is done. It has a damp quality I like. Which leads to the question, how do you know if a work of art is finished? For me, it has to do with the sizzling energy that I feel while painting. There is something that needs to be said, or better, some wordless insight that demands expression. And then, suddenly, the energy is gone. It has leaped like a spark from me to the canvas. Of course, there are occasions when this intuitive sense of completion isn't accurate, when a work could use more work to express its message fully. That's when it becomes work instead of absorbing play.  I keep nagging David to clean these up from the driveway, but now I'm glad he didn't.  Fall is a great season to look deep into the woods. Here, the meadow beyond was misty and smelled sharply like snow.  |
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