Then Friday night, I was alone, restless...and was drawn to my acrylics. It usually is a pretty big rig-a-ma-roll to set up "shop" to paint, thus I haven't applied paint to much lately. But, I felt like using my easel and picking up a brush. Usually, I'm terrified to add paint to a sketch because I could lose everything I drew once paint is added. It is terrifying. But for some reason, maybe because I didn't love love love the sketch, I figured I'd just add paint and whatever happens, happens. What the heck. I squirted out my blops of colors on my palette and started dabbing. I felt like a sculptor molding and molding until she became Big Eyes (This is what I call her, for obvious reasons.) I know I could have done better...eyes too big, nose too long, forehead to short, and neglected under her chin....but you know what? I wasn't going for perfection....well, I tried to, but I knew it just wasn't in me. I was going for what looked pleasing to me. I really focused in on her eyes. I really wanted sparkling interesting green eyes. Green eyes are like jewels, and I think are so beautiful. I wanted her to have full lips, not smiling, but not sad either...thoughtful, as if she is about to say something. I always love a story...the mystery of what is the story? What is she trying to say? Why are there wisps of hair pulled away from her tight pony tail? What is she thinking?
I like color. The background - I wanted to be dark and dreamy, but with color. Color, I guess is my signature. Color makes me happy. Creating something out of nothing makes me happy. It is like I birthed an art baby. All of my art are like children to me. I created them and they make me feel good when I look at them. A little tinge of pride runs through me.
Well, what do you think Big Eyes is telling you?
It is telling me that I have a lot on my mind and if you look deep enough in the eyes, the thoughts are all there.....
