There’s some saying I heard once somewhere about how to create a masterpiece:
“Shoot the artist at the right moment.”
Basically, what that’s saying is that artists tend to overwork, never know when to quit, and in the process of going after perfection, end up fucking things up.
I was in the studio yesterday for the first time in what seems like ages (drawing table having been taken over by sewing materials, as it were), and after a couple of minutes, I stopped working, and this is what I saw:
And I had to work hard – really hard – to stop there.
I actually felt guilty that I could have finished a drawing so quickly. I felt like I was cheating if I didn’t keep going. A mix of Jewish guilt and Protestant work ethic and the sense that I was somehow getting away with something.
Luckily, I managed to overcome all this. Because this is one of my favorite water pastels of all the ones I’ve done so far (series – A4 paper – check out earlier posts if you like).
I’m not sure if I managed to maintain the same sense of spontaneity in this one:
Luckily, I had to go cook dinner….