There are times that my efforts as an amateur artist frustrate me like nothing else ever has. I recently read a blog where an artist struggling to complete a composition remarked that she had almost started disliking the project toward the end. I sympathize with her. By the time that I declared this painting finished I knew what I felt towards it was something akin to hate. The colors won’t co-operate and just refuse to settle into the calming tone I was looking for, instead coalescing into this confused mess.
I had thought this work would look great in acrylic but almost as soon as I started, I knew it would have worked much better in watercolor. Blending the shadows and the reflections would have worked much much better in watercolors. Here, I struggled and struggled and still never made it.
Look at it from as many angles as I can there is something just off about the whole thing. It just refuses to come together. It does not please the eye. Colossal mistake has been made, but one must learn to live with it.
Happily, I have made the executive decision to just stop doing anything else to this and juts Let it go. Or not. Its like a bad tooth that you can’t help feeling with your tongue again and again even though it hurts every time.
Three modifications. And still contemplating one more. Pick the differences if you can 🙂 I think it is helping to see them like this. I need the water to throw some reflection now. Sigh. Will it never end?!?