It's not that it's not fun. It is fun. But it's deliberate. It's deliberate fun? Can you have that? Can we do that? I always felt like you can plan for something and then you hope it's fun. But with this, this is me trying to be responsible as an artist. It's planning and business development. "Business Development" bleh! That's what my husband is required to do with his job. That's not what I do as an artist. Right? Apparently, not. If you want to succeed at being an artist, meaning actually get your name out there and make some money while producing great art, you have to be deliberate. Weird, I know.
And so, with all of this going on I have been making sure I fill up all my personal time - time without familial obligations in it (other than cleaning clothes, cooking dinner, shopping, doctors appointments, vet appointments, cleaning the dog - I suppose I could go on, but I won't) and instead filling it up with painting and painting related activities.
And so, I sort of got carried away this morning with one of those things. After I got child #2 off to school I knew I only had an hour to do something. And I knew it needed to be something other than clean the kitchen now that everyone was out of the house. I had already scheduled a hair appointment at 9:00 and figured I could get some painting-related chore complete. I decided the one task I could finish in that time was to put the colored ground on the six small boards I already cut and primed. But, I'd have to do it quickly. I set them up on my easel and went through each of them, one by one, checking the time as I moved from one to the next. About that time I was finished I noticed that I had gotten a little carried away. There were paint splatters on the wall to the right of my easel. Some of you may know already that I am left handed. For those of you that didn't, well, now you know. So, as I painted with my left hand the paint was flying off to the right side of the easel on the wall. I'm glad I made the decision a while back to not have paintings hanging low in that area. Oopsies! I tried to wipe them with a cloth but since acrylic paint dries fast, all of it didn't come off. What you see below is what's still left on the wall. I guess I need to figure out what will clean it. Or not.
This is how I paint them on my easel.
These are the six prepped boards. Do you like my frogs? I just realized the frogs are upside down. It's funny what you don't notice while you're standing right in front of it and it takes a photo to see it.
This is where my easel is and the wall with the splatters.
I know, I know. It's not a big deal. They are small splatters. But, I have left over anxieties from my childhood that I should not get paint on the wall. I'm so glad my mother came by over the weekend and I don't have to worry about getting it cleaned up before she comes by again. Perhaps I will leave them. It is a "studio" wall after all. And perhaps keeping it there will be a constant reminder that I am having fun and I am supposed to be getting carried away with my art. Being in the moment is something that I have tried to achieve and it's only in the last 6-8 months that I have allowed myself to be so. Painting has been more fun nowadays and I surely don't want to forget that.