If you read my previous post you’ll know that after growing frustration I decided to just paint and see what happened, and the result was a huge surprise (and success).
It didn’t take long for my negative self-talk to re-emerge. It must be a fluke. I bet you can’t do it again. And so on.
Clearly I had to try again with the same approach to see what would happen. This time I found a still life reference at Sktchy, and once again using the recycled paper and a very limited palette of colours, just went for it.
Turns out, it wasn’t a fluke. And it was every bit as enjoyable as the first one.
My negative self-talk is currently sulking in some corner of my mind and will no doubt return. Meanwhile other parts of my psyche are trying to process what all this means. Have I been painting the “wrong” way all this time, or chasing a style that doesn’t suit me?
I guess I’ll have to keep painting and see what happens.