I've been asked how long that last painting took me? The actual putting paintbrush to canvas totaled only about 6 hours. However, I've been carrying that image in my head for about 3 years now. Maybe more. I don't know why I do that. Carrying images in my head. I suppose I do that because I really don't get time to paint. In between two kids (babies, really), working full time, trying to hit the gym at least twice a week and now putting together the many pieces to start a 'hobby' business, the last few years have been hectic to say the least. I'd be happy if I could have an hour to myself to spend time painting per week. I've taken to carrying a little notebook around in my handbag hoping that it would encourage me to put pen to paper more often but that notebook is sadly empty. So, I carry images. And then in my head, I mull over them, turn them around, change the mood, alter the angle of the light, tell the story. I even dream about the image! Then, involuntarily the image matures and the urge to get paint on canvas is undeniable. And then when I finally see it on the canvas, there is such a sense of relieve.
Relieve that it came out right. That I translated the image exactly the way I have been seeing it and drawing it in my head. Relieve that it is one less image to carry around. The cacophony of images in my head can be deafening sometimes.
So, I wonder which image will ripen next? I think I know which one but since I still have it in my head, you'll have to wait and see.
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