There is a flower deadline approaching very quickly and I've been practicing and pondering and practicing and pondering. After a lot of this, I've finally sat down with a concept and a character to play the part. I feel like I've done this idea in one of my journals, so maybe it isn't terribly original. Maybe recurring daily life things just annoy me more than what is reasonable. Let's get a little real here. Do you ever get compliments at your day job, yet end up feeling punished constantly? Like, when you put care into your work, are you ever "rewarded" with simply more unpleasant work? . With every "I appreciate you", there is twice as much "This can be your problem now." Sometimes there is even a silent "your safety and well-being takes lower priority," hidden behind all of those pretty words.
I don't want to write too many personal details, but I wanted to share a little about how I express myself through painting. On the surface, I am painting a robin who is singing a huge bouquet of flowers. This is an image intended to metaphorically read as lip service. And I have fun, because it comes off as pretty and positive, and most people either take it at face value which is decorative, or they put their own personal spin on it as one would a tarot card. I like that. I like hearing your theories. On the other hand, I realize that I'm just hiding behind a veil and may be cutting off that personal connection I could potentially have with you all.
Regardless, I am quite enjoying the Qor watercolours so far. The High Chroma set I have is actually quite challenging because there is no black, and the blue it included has yellow in it, making it much trickier to mix colours. Some spots are looking pretty funky, but I'm enjoying the process.
A process that nobody enjoyed was installing new floors. This is what we've been busy with for a rough week or so, and I thought I was going crazy without my art space on the heels of a deadline. Above is the carpet we started out with. I think it was supposed to be beige before I spilled blue water in some places and our cat vomited in others. #catlife
After is shiny and new! And kind of echoey because we don't have an area rug yet. It should now me MUCH easier to clean up all of those little bits of paper under my desk, after cutting out tiny watercolour paintings and trimming photo corners and what-not. The process has left us with the feeling of never doing anything like this ever again.
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?