Acrylics and I have a love-hate relationship. I’d love to be able to use them, but I hate that I can’t make them do what I want. I’ve decided once again to tackling, and let go of any preconceived notions of the finished result, and just play and explore. During my play, I was working toward a piece inspired by a photo of mine, and I loved where my play led me.
But then I looked at it too long, and I’ve decided while I love it as a starting point, I don’t love it as a finished piece. But I’m too nervous to move on, in fear of wrecking the bit that I’m happy with. Which is really the whole point of this post, to record the bit I like, in case the next stage stuffs it up. But even as I dreaded taking the next step, wonder *what* that next step should be, I started planning this post, and an inspiration burst hit me. I have a plan, and I think it will be awesome. Or not. But I’m playing and creating and exploring. And that, my friends, it the whole. darn. point.
Speaking of me and acrylics, I’ve raided the craft box, and am starting the sketches on not one but FOUR little paintings, that I think I’ll break out the acrylics for. Though the fourth doesn’t really match the theme of the series, so I might put that aside and do a little oil painting. The sun has been shining, and the small people wanted to splash in some water, so I took the chance to sit in the sun with them and do the sketching I wanted to, and even a bit of rippling. We’ve made a cubby house and hung a bit in there, as a distraction from the fact I promised we’d bake patty cakes and then had no flour. Which means grocery shopping is on our afternoon to-do list as well. Joy. Wednesday’s nearly done, close enough to two days to the weekend. Time to bust a move so we can kick back and enjoy it.