Time in the studio was fraught with joy and frustration. There are often days I have a love/hate relationship with my work, yesterday was definitely one of them, and yet it began with such promise. I started working at 6am and by noon my body was aching...what I thought was amazing wasn't anymore and I knew I'd have to sacrifice something I loved to pull this piece together.
So, after a break, I bit the bullet and decided to add large spots of opaque colour as I found there was too many transparent layers which weren't solidifying the work. And then I hated what I'd done but wouldn't allow myself to wipe it back...every time I do that the original piece is changed in any case, sometimes for better and others for worse.
I kept working and within a couple of hours the piece had transformed. My body's aching and my eyes are tired and I think I've made progress so it was a good day. I'm not sure if it's done yet but I know I have to put it aside and work on something else today so that I'll have fresh, uncondemning eyes to look at it again in a week. I hope.
Honouring the Ancestors
Great Places Plan