So I took out a nice blank canvas, poured some acrylics on a palette and got painting. I started out with a plan to make a kind and lonely farmer tending his land. Somewhere along the line, his sky turned a shocking shade of magenta, his fields turned into aquamarine mountains and the farmer himself morphed into a dancing bride...
I have tried to stick to my plans, but my art really loses something in that process. It's almost like trying to breathe life into something that's long gone. If I could capture that in a painting, I'd be one happy woman, but thus far it eludes me.
So far, I just look forward to 'meeting' my paintings as they come from the end of my brush/cocktail stick/butter knife.
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