Yesterday, I decided that I would do a collage for Pink Saturday. I figured it would be an easy peasy, done and over with kinda project that I could actually post on Friday night and look like I'm so together that I'm ahead of the curve. Plus, it was a good excuse to sit down and work on something new. Well, it didn't turn out that way at all. It turned into something entirely different .....As a matter of fact, it took a life of its own. But in an unexpectedly good way......
I started out by grabbing one of my 6 x 6 canvases....which, I should have known right then and there, was risky in the first place. It was a big jump up there in size for me. 4 x 4's are much safer......not as much room for error and destruction. But a 6 x 6...oh boy lot's of space to waste. However, I calmly told myself that I needed to start taking risks and working bigger was one of them. So, I took a deep breath and jumped right into it.
I tore a piece of vintage paper from my newly acquired poetry book and started slapping down pink paint getting right to work....... I hated it. So, I slapped down some more paint......hated it even more.....decided that it was the shade of pink......so I tried to brighten it up.....didn't realize my level of hate for a project could reach so high and decided to walk away from it and get a cup of coffee. Caffeine always gives things a new perspective.
Came back and realized no amount of java could help. The colors were dull....there was no depth, I wasted a perfectly good page of vintage paper by painting over it, and, it was never going to be ready to post by that night in order secure my reputation as artist extrodinaire. Uggg, damn you Pink Saturday .....
It was at that point I realized that since I couldn't ruin it any more than it already was, I could just go to town with it. I figured worse case scenario, I would just gesso over it and give it to the boys to use. They wouldn't care if it was a huge 6 x 6 canvas and be afraid to ruin it. They would create art. So as my fear of wasting a canvas dissipated, my courage to throw paint on the ruined collage grew.
I grabbed colors I never intended on using.....permanently glued a heart on it without even considering the ramifications......and, most importantly, had fun. It's not done by any means. But, I am happy with the direction in which it's going.
Now, believe me, I'm under no false impression that the San Diego Art Museum will be calling me any time soon to schedule my exhibit of the "little girl sitting on a chair." But, I do know that I took another step in taking risks......unintentionally, but another step nonetheless.
And for that I have to say........
Thank You Pink Saturday!!!
