“A woman from Baltimore, who chooses to remain anonymous, recently purchased a Renoir from a Flea Market in West Virginia. She purchased a box of items for $7 and the painting was included in the box. She claimed she bought the box because of the frame that the picture was in: she really liked that frame.”
Little did she know that she had purchased a $100k long-lost Renoir.
via $7 Renoir found in Flea Market.
Sometimes a blank canvas is a beautiful thing. This is usually the case when it is being prepared for a painting that already exists in my mind, or for a feeling that I want to paint as I experience it. But, at other times, a blank canvas can seem like an insurmountable challenge.
I have some ideas for a painting I want to do, but none of them are fully formed. I want it to be beautiful and full of meaning. But, I have a deadline to meet with this piece, and so I need to get it going. I also have lots of code to write and a career fair to prepare for.
I often think that restrictions are great for the creative process. They wake up the engineer in me.
I feel like I am rising to a challenge and it helps my come up with creative solutions. But, when I am faced with a blank canvas that holds a million possibilities, sometimes is feels far more suffocating than the most restrictive palette or assignment. Especially when the only restriction posed is one of time.
So, I think I need to let time get incorporated into my creative process. Or, perhaps, learn to harness it to my advantage.
In my creative process, I like to grab an idea, and then let it stew in my subconscious mind a little bit. Then, I feel it slowly forming underneath the surface. I let it simmer until it is solid enough to grab onto and think about until the next roadblock appears. I am still figuring out how to apply this process to this particular piece. I suppose I have narrowed the subject matter down significantly from infinity, but that merely opens up another infinity of possibilities for how to portray and arrange this subject matter.
I guess that is why art is so beautiful. It will never, ever become dull.
At least I am proud of my nice stretch job on my heavy duty bars:
This weekend, I had the pleasure of hiking up to Hanging Lake, followed by a heavenly dip in the Glenwood Springs Hot Sulphur Springs pools. It was magical for many reasons.
The beauty of Hanging Lake is unsurpassed, as anyone who has seen it can attest. The beauty and variation of the landscape on the way to Glenwood from Boulder, and the wonderful, varied, and warm people we met on the trail and at the lake are some of the reasons that Colorado will always be in my heart as my favorite place to be.
I used some lovely watercolor pencils from Faber-Castell and my amazing new water brush to do a little sketch of the lake. I only bought three colors of watercolor pencils: burnt umber, Prussian blue, and dark red, so I did not have the means to capture all the green around me and the perfect turquoise of the lake. But, we all know what it is like to buy a whole box set of colors and only use a select few, so I limited myself to those three when I was at Meininger’s last week getting paper for an unrelated concept art project.
I love the pen, I love the pencils, and I heartily recommend both.