Midway through painting this one I saw two women, chin to chin, breast to breast, hair streaming back and hips a-sway. I called the painting Embrace Your Inner Goddess. The thing is, no one could see those women but me. In over two years, not a single person saw my goddesses, no matter how many clues I gave. "See? Both of them have an arm back, like THIS" I would say, demonstrating with my own arm. Nope. No one.
Aside from the hidden goddesses, the painting was starting to really bug me. Too much color. Too many marks. It made me feel all jangly when I looked at it. Get me off this carnival ride, already.
The absolute beauty of painting, the thing that I really want my students to Get with a capital G, is that you can paint, and stop, and start again, and change it, and leave it, and change it, and so on and so forth. Until you like it. (And then, maybe you won't again later.) But it is signed already! But I took photos of it and called it finished!
It is the PROCESS that is so delicious, not the end result. When I took that big bad goddessy girl down and started layering blues and whites over it I was in the zone. What to keep, what to get rid of? This process still thrills the heck out of me, maybe because I am so much better at it than I used to be.
The first thing I did was rotate the canvas, like this for a new view:
The painting has been renamed Winter Drift. I like it. For now... ;)