As I sat down the other day to finish an old canvas of a wadi at sunset, I forced myself to work on it, telling myself, while it isn't very good, it needs to get done. And despite the self-depreciation I always feel towards my canvases, I forced myself to stop and say "this is done" when it was to the point where it couldn't get any better, and could only get worse. Sometimes you have to do that. I suck at scenery... But I will never get better if I stay on the same scene.
After finishing that one up (pictured bottom of this post) I contemplated a ruined canvas. My daughter had attacked it with oils. We had spray-painted it gold to make something for her room afterwards... but I was still in a finishing mood that morning, and I had extra paint on my plate (who needs something more professional?) so I do what I always do when the value of a canavs is iffy in quality...and made kitchen art. {Bathroom art is excellent to, for iffy art because who cares about a peice when it is bound for a bathroom anyways?}. Now, I'll probably hide it behind a collection of huge old Khaleeji kettles I haven't got around to arranging yet... but I made something. Making something "meh" is better than making nothing at all, is how I look at it, as an untrained, undisciplined, uncaring artist.
But something about finishing something in the morning, whether it is of value or not... makes me much more productive through out the whole day.
Do you find that?
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