This brings me to a story which I will try not to present as Buzz Killington. I got an email recently from someone who was asking what to do when they feel uninspired and have a distaste for their own work. My response was, yeah, welcome to the club. I try to be fairly honest with people on the blog (unless it's about how much I can bench press, then I lie...and say less so you all don't feel like sissies) so I want to be clear that almost every painting I do is similar to most people's relationships. At first, I am all excited as it's the "getting to know you stage" in the painting. I fantasize about all the possibilities me and the painting might have. Is this the one? Will I love this painting above all my other paintings of the past? During this stage I am doing preliminary drawings and studies. Eventually it's time for a commitment and I get started on the painting and we are official boyfriend girlfriend. Everything is great for awhile. We have fun together, joke about how we should have gone bigger with the dimensions, etc. Then, we start fighting. It eventually escalates to me telling the painting what a jerk it is and how it doesn't understand my feelings. Kate has to comfort me and tell me there are more paintings out there and maybe this just isn't the one. I still sob and reflect on all the good times we had and how I don't want it to be over. Eventually the painting takes me back and gets finished and we live happily ever after and I forget about how crappy the painting treated me. Well, that was an awesome metaphor so you all better damn well appreciate it.
I guess I should talk about technique or something now. I find it helpful to wash my brushes....er......um, use medium, it's awesome.