I had a little time during our recent vacation to paint some purty pictures. Now, I am not a person who likes to draw in perspective. I can if there is a gun to my head and a Nazi art teacher is at the other end saying "See the negative space? See the negative space?" But I really do much better creatively when I:
haven't got a clue what I am doing
don't worry about wasting paint, marble powder, or spackle.
I always have to remember to change my clothes, because I like making a good mess. What could the fun be of painting if you can't get it in your hair and on your shoes? Organized, neatnick artists give me anxiety. No, I am as messy at painting as I am in real life.
I have some rules and regulations about my artwork, so let me get those out of the way.
1. There is no hidden meaning. No the blue blob does not signify life and the red blob my dark side. They are really and truly just blobs.
2. I like painting houses. I might start out painting a cloud or a flower, but it usually ends up being a house after awhile. I have no idea why, except that it probably has to do with the 22 moves I have under my belt.
3. Art is a means to an end. And that end is getting a room decorated. This goes back to point one. There is no hidden meaning.
4. Scale and Proportion are my religion. If there is one thing I hate, it is a big wall with a postcard sized painting on it over the sofa. It makes me agressive and nervous. Look at the wall. Get a bunch of pieces of newspaper and hold them up to said wall. You will know when you find the right size the painting should be. Sheesh. It's that easy.
So here are the paintings I did that day on vacation, for my coffee bar area in my new kitchen. On this day I was playing with Klee instead of playing with clay, like I normally do. I sort of imagined him in front of me, looking at my paintings, busting up laughing and running off.