You may have heard the phrase, “I am trying to resolve the painting” and wondered, is that crazy artist talking to her painting, in an intimate relationship? Surely the relationship of artist to creation is intimate. I feel my paintings are my babies. I give birth to each of them, one at a time, sometimes three in a two week period, depending on size, it could be more that I am working on simultaneously.
It is fortunate that artists are generally caring and sensitive people who are helpful to each other. I was determined to have a painting framed, a composite of parts and it didn’t seem to sit well with me. Something wasn’t working. I showed a photo of it to artist friend Caroline and to guru Joyce and both agreed with each other that the painting with the parts weren’t resolved. Two of the littlest parts were standing out and not contributing to the central painting (which I painted afterwards drawing on the parts in color and shape/imagery reference). The little ones were fighting with the big one, and preventing it from receiving the viewer’s full attention.
I got home and began work on detonating the intense deep pink color on the two, and changed the paintings. I like them better now, vs. before I tweaked them.
Caroline suggested I keep them separate, but together, but not as part of the whole piece I was going to assemble and frame. So my head is spinning, confused by my own creative prowess and now I must remove myself from the parts and rest. I will look at them with a fresh mind tomorrow or another day, and not rush to accept something that just “doesn’t feel right.”. “Are you impatient?” Joyce had asked me, with a smile. “Yes, very.” I said. “Well, you’ll see as an artist, you must ….you see what I am doing with my work, and sure enough she spends a lot of time trying different combinations. “I did that, “I said, ” Last night,” (I really did and in morning too.) It wasn’t enough. I wanted a quick fix and I knew I was wrong. I thought I’d put one over on myself and force the painting to work for me, but it refused. It bucked and shouted and refused to budge. And, I had no patience for its disobedience. All desired was to move onto a big painting that’s been staring at me, waiting for me on my easel. Certainly, I understand, patience is an artist’s virtue. An artist must be patient with her own muse and intellect. Let it rest, then renew effort again to fix what doesn’t work. Accepting what doesn’t work and pretending you don’t see it is not an option if you want to succeed as a serious artist. Resolve to resolve.