Another painting

I did another painting on Sunday.*

abstract art

I’ve been trying to work out what’s brought on the sudden painting thing over the last couple of weeks (the researcher in me trying to analyse myself, no doubt), and wonder if it’s the sunny weather – it’s been sunny both Sundays when I’ve painted, so there does seem to be a pattern so far. That and the fact that I’ve had a couple of blank canvasses doing nothing and waiting to be painted, although I’ve had those for months, so maybe it is the weather after all.

I was a bit stuck for what to do when I first decided I was actually going to paint, and sat for ages thinking about it, not having a clue where to start. Eventually I decided I just needed to paint something to get myself started, so I painted the background pale blue. From there I ended up free-styling a bit with various colours at one end of the canvas, ending up with a sort of grass effect. The ‘grass’ wasn’t particularly intentional, but it meant I could add a sky at the top, and a couple of white clouds to fill the rest of the pale blue space. I did the clouds with my fingers and there was something quite nice and free and childlike using my fingers to paint, so maybe next Sunday I’ll have another go at that. The taller grass ‘stalks’ are bits of paint I mixed with water and then blew across the canvas. I enjoyed that too, and I’m thinking next weekend might end up being messy if I have another go with a bigger canvas (I have a wall to fill upstairs)…

I’ve now run out of canvasses anyway so need to top up if this is going to become a habit. I’ve nearly run out of white paint as well; I’ve got through a couple of tubes so should invest in a big one. Might even treat myself to some new brushes…oo-er. Whether I bother might depend on how sunny it is though, if my theory’s right. Or maybe it’ll just depend on whether I can be bothered to go and buy some canvasses this weekend.

*On proofing this post, it occurred to me that putting this sentence as a statement, on its own line and everything, makes it sound like it’s a big statement. Maybe something important. Something foreboding even. It isn’t (at least, not to me, you might be afraid of painting or Sundays for all I know), it was just the first thing I wrote to get this post started today, but I decided I quite liked the dramatic effect so decided to leave it. (I like a bit of drama every now and again.)

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