I wrote about this piece and I had it on my wall and the more I looked at it, the more it wasn’t working for me. I couldn’t tell you why. Just didn’t work. And I remembered that you need to take risks when you think something is nice. That is how you move it from mediocre. Take a risk…could turn out great, maybe not so much, but nice is merely nice.
And so over a few weeks I have played with this. Doing a bit here, and a bit there. It has gone through a stage I thought I had seriously ruined it with no hope of salvation. And I thought, well. That is that then. And then it became about the process and I stopped trying and I thought I will cover it yp and do something else.
And I started on a layer of white, but I liked that over everything else I had added to it. And then I did some more doodles and painting. And cover ups. And just played. And then I went and prepared dinner. And then I came back. And when I came back. I thought OMG. It is stunning. I love it now. And it is finished. Without a shadow of a doubt. And it is Living in between the cracks. And it is about everyday life getting messy. Those moments inbetween those “noteworthy” moments. And this is what I have and I love this. Love it. And I think it is more than nice. And I don’t care that people do or don;t like it, or see it. Or if I love it for the process it took for me to get there. But when I look at it…it has a power for me. Not sure how I will give it up if it sells now.
And so that is where I am and what I am doing. Living in between the cracks. And life is good there. And sometimes I need to remind myself of that. And this painting is a very visual reminder to me.
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