I think its going to be a jewelry kind of day today.
I haven’t made anything since my dad was here except to paint. But, I’ve now decided to give up on the painting. Yep, I’ve gone into my, I can’t do it and it’s bringing me down, stage. It generally happens after a few days of, I want to say enjoyment, so how can it go from fun to despair in such a short period of time?
Was it Dick Frances?
I didn’t work on the one with the out of control tree, but, rather, I picked up some half-finished paintings, one of which I actually believe I finished yesterday. My second or third completed piece out of the hundreds (okay, maybe fifty) I have lurking in the store-room. Wowzers. At least that’s a step in the right direction.
And here it is.
in all it’s glory. No windows, sorry E.
And this one, apart from the sky, is perhaps almost as close to finished.
Some windows. Ghost windows, mawahaha. (Too creepy?)
But then I picked up this one – again.
And I think it might just have been the one that finished me off.
There’s something about it that I really like, it’s simplicity perhaps, and the colours, but, I just can’t do it capt’n, I’ve no the power!
Oh the stress in my heart as I think about it.
(O.K. maybe a tad melodramatic).
And then, as if to push me over the edge completely, I found this on Etsy.
And bought it so that I can put it on my bedroom wall and have it taunt me each day I wake up ….
O.K. I’m going to have to stop now. The self-pity is bringing me down.
Time to move on …
On a good note, the red oil pastel all but came out of the sofa. The only place you can see the remnants of the ‘incident’ is on one of the cushions which can easily be turned over and hidden. The stain on the ottoman was the most worrying for me as there is no turning to do, but, it came out completely, as it did on the other two cushions. Oh, goo be gone, white shaving cream and apple scented washing up liquid, you are now my friends for life. How can I have been so dismissive of you for all these years …
So, jewelry it is. Either that or moping on the sofa – and that’s kind of getting old news now. I have an art festival coming up in October so perhaps I need to make some simple, cheaper, items, but really I want to set some more cabochons. I’m not going to let it bother me though. I’m just going to wing it.
$^$!@!# it’s bothering me already.
Really? Is the whole day going to be like this?