I have no idea who she is or where she came from. All I know is that this is getting harder, not easier as I expected. She is the 6th in a series.
She had a story to tell, and would not leave me alone until I told it her way.
She was suppose to be Asian, a soft portrait with green and purple, with maybe some leaves and bamboo.
But she would not have it.
I went to bed last night feeling like I had been in an intense argument with a loved one. Unpeaceful. Agitated.
And there she was this morning. Still being stubborn. I didn't want to mess with her so I went for walk, picked some green beans from the garden, paid some bills.
When I came back, I picked up my big brush (I remembered that when you feel frustrated, your brush is probably too small).
I began to sling some white paint at her to cover her up and then her crown and veil began to appear. She hated the green so I covered it up.
Are you predominantly warm or cool? Geez.
She finally got her way, and in the end I like her better than I did when we started.
And we are friends again... now that I don't care who she is or where she came from.I know it sounds a little psychophrenic. But this is the way my right brain and left brain wars with itself- until I give in to the process. It's beginning to be a real wrestling match, tortuous as I get further into this. You would think I would figure out a way to give in sooner. I'm expecting more from myself with each stroke. I hope you're seeing more.