So in my last post I shared with you the first 5 versions of my month long challenge to myself to paint daily on the same painting.
I can hardly remember why I started this challenge to myself other than that I had a failed painting on a 48x60" canvas that I didn't know what to do with.
So I threw that canvas on the floor on the first day and just started painting meandering lines on it. And then one thing just sorta let to another. It was fun. Addictive.
On some days the changes I made were ghastly. So I decided to accept that. Believe me when I say it wasn't easy to accept the ugly. The badly composed.
My inner critic was howling but I sat him in a corner and continued.
To make it even harder, I started posting the results on Facebook every day so that all my uglies hung out for everyone to see.
As the wonderful Marcia Sandmeyer Wilson said on her site long ago, I had my underpants on my head. That brave.
I wanted to stop several times.
This version for example.
But by then the friends on Facebook urged me on.
"Joy, joy, destroy" as my idol Carlito says.
And overcame fear.
I rose again.
And was glad I'd had courage.
Was able to get out a lot of silly.
And watch as things rose up ...
faded away ...
and became other things.
I grew tired of it at times.
But kept going.
Went off in some real strange directions.
And found that I didn't care any more.
I had lost some essential part of me that was fearful.
That always held me back.
Tomorrow I'll show you the last 2 days.
Thank you for witnessing my journey.
I hope you find a way to realize your dreams if they are good ones.