The joy of a slow start in cashdayjob; managed a near full half hour of sitting scribbling ideas for the constantly evolving piece I am maybe-sort-of doing involving nine little box canvases. I am trying to build on the momentum I had when producing loads of little angel paintings for the various galleries' winter shows; however I feel that the pace I was working at was part of the reason that everything came out so effortlessly. Sometimes when I think/agonise most I produce least - or less of quality anyway.. Knocked out a great wee angel last night while talking to Stu and watching him cook tea; always a favourite time and one I have never thought to utilise in painting. Logistically less easy due to sitting on a 'Workmate' in the kitchen with a palette and a canvas balanced on knees but it, again, stops me stressing or over-thinking.The wee one was a little more 'dark' than the Christmas angels and I seem to be harking back to an idea I had and never followed up a couple of months ago; the slightly dodgy, dirty and dishevelled world of the fairies, which was envisaged after reading the title of a book concerning the 'underworld' of Edinburgh in Robert Louis Stevenson's day: 'Lamplit, Viscious Fairyland'.
Duck-egg and newsprint dresses, frizzy hair of uncertain hue, aged Geisha make-up, cold-pinched cheeks, tissue snowflakes and lots of murky greys and umbers... silver wings and heart-shaped faces.. The dilemma is always whether to blog about these things in order to make them more concrete or record the results of my ideas. So many end up coming to nothing due to time, my ever changing mind or another idea butting in on the original one. Little angels all clamouring 'Me! Me! Meee!' in my head. Hmmm. Definately time to head studio-wards. The year is on its last legs; maybe these are the last angels of this little cycle?
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