Chatting with my inner critic
October 11, 2009 at 11:29 I had a great time visiting a local art gallery with a friend on Friday. We spent two hours visiting the studios, discussing the art, and catching up on life. Visits to art galleries inspire and humble me in equal measure. I love seeing what other artists are doing, admiring their work, and trying to figure out their techniques.
Some pieces blow me away with their simplicity (I love the graphic impact of linocuts and block prints) and others with their complexity. Colors, subjects, media, execution, perspective, craftmanship, texture, vision, style--so much to consider and admire.
Then I come home to my studio, look at my current projects, and sigh. My colors are too pure, or they're overmixed and muddy. The composition falls flat or doesn't have energy or unity. The transition between the background and the foreground isn't smooth. The flowers look like they're sitting on the surface and not occupying the field I painted them into. Aaugh!
I get frustrated. Art does not come easily to me, and I have to push myself. Sometimes I think I need more instruction on techniques and materials, but I also know there is no substitute for hard work, experimentation, and practice, practice, practice. My bad art is the price I have to pay to get to good art.
I can let my inner critic pull me down, or I can let it push me to work harder and to keep trying. The good thing about painting is that I don't have to live with my mistakes. A jar of gesso and a big brush are all I need to make them disappear and to start over.
This week's projects:

What I like: the side of the road, the mailboxes, and parts of the sky. What I don't like: the "puddles" of flowers, the unnatural shade of green, the way the land rolls. I did a watercolor of this scene too and it was a mess. I cut it up into pieces and plan to use the good parts on cards. Next one:

This one was an experiment in painting using only two pigments--unbleached titanium and burnt sienna. It's OK. Not a fan of the reddish brown colors, but I like the tree foliage. My light source at the end of the trail is a muddle, but I like the edges of my path, especially the shadows on the left side.
Now that they've been done and critiqued, I can gesso over them and try, try again. Stay tuned.


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