Dear readers,
Today I worked further on the two 70/90 paintings. Today I added white, more fluid nickel azo gold, and thin black lines.
I noticed the following: that there are two sides on painting. On the one hand you of course make an effort while painting. On the other hand the painting is painting itself. You always draw the line where you actually draw it. There is no escape.
On one hand I make an effort to sit down every day and pain on purpose. On the other hand I more and more trust that I don’t have to worry about what will come out. I can’t help what I am painting. I am always painting the best I can, and nothing else could have come out of my hands.
This all sounds way too vague and perhaps pseudo-philosophical…. But I can feel myself switching between thinking: ‘what shall I do next, i it wise to use white now, etcetera. And the other moment things just seem to happen without my interference. For instance: I dropped some nickel azo gold on the painting, and sprayed water on it: and then I turned and turned the canvas, so the most funny circles appeared on the surface! I would never have thought that up.
Okay!
Enough for today!
have a wonderful day,
Simone
Thanks!
Yes, it is funny when those unexpected things occur. Usually they make the most beautiful and powerful things! Since our brain has not come in between… -;-)
What do you use to make your thin black lines?
This time I used just simple black acrylics. Not even the fluid ones (they might flow better though, but are way more expensive!)
And a thin round brush.
I did not use the watercolour crayon, since they tend to flow when you paint acrylic over them. And since I have texture on the surface (in a former life of these canvases I glued paper on it), the crayons do not work that well.
And I found out that crayons work better on paper than on canvas.
Bye!
Simone
Simone, I am so grateful for your discussion of the two sides of painting. Yes, yes, yes is what I say in response! I especially like your saying, I am always painting the best I can, and nothing else could have come out of my hands. I know that, but I forget!
Yesterday I had an experience similar to your dropping some nickel azo gold on your canvas and ending up eventually with “the most funny circles” that you “would never have thought up.” I had just applied fabric paint to a painting using a squeeze bottle. Then I went to strike each edge of my watercolor paper on the table to shake off crumbs of oil pastel. The fabric paint, which can be very three-dimensional and was still wet, started dripping but I didn’t realize it until I’d banged my painting around a bit. I loved the effect, and I would never have thought it up!
I am so grateful to hear about your painting experiences and to see your lively intuitive art.