I was happily plotting the design for the rocking chair I'm painting when my friend made a comment about painting fairies or something similarly girlie. I don't paint fairies. In fact, I really stink at figurative painting. If I tried, I'm sure the auction attendees would wonder who thought a troll would be a good design on a little girl's rocking chair.
Pawing through old magazines and children's books, I searched for inspiration for a fairy or some other super girly image to get my creative juices flowing that direction, but I just can't do it. Maybe there's a way to make polka dots look like fairies. Ha.
What's the worst that could happen? I bought this unfinished chair at least ten years ago and it's just been sitting in the garage gathering dust. There's a huge stash of paint in the studio, so there's been no big investment in materials. I just got through posting about this being one of those projects that was stress-free for me, and now I'm stressing. Time to let it go, paint what I want and pass it along, hoping the chair finds a home with a little girl that likes it as much as I do. So there. That, and I won't be at the auction to stress more. I'll imagine everyone loves it and tell my friend to make up a ridiculously huge, big fat fib of a sale price just to make me feel better. That' works!
I am an Air Force brat, a self-taught artist, and a part-time mom these days. I work out my artistic demons by making stuff and trying to find the humor when things go wrong. I have a spouse, two grown kids and cats that barf and bring horrible things into the house, so things do go wrong. My youngest is in college and only home during breaks, so I'm almost an empty nester, alone more than not and trying to figure out this new stage of life. Time to make a mess.
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August 27, 2011
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