Today was a very typical painting day. The blessing, the curse, and the challenge of creating art is that, regardless of the medium, it will cause you to face who you are. I started out painting two fabulously horrible paintings before painting the lotus flower watercolor painting that I posted today.
I call them studies because they are small, mostly experimental, and it has less pressure than calling them a formal painting. Sitting down to paint formal paintings causes me to think I should execute like John Singer Sargent as soon as I sit down to paint. It should, above all, not look "cartoonish" or "decorative."
Nothing could be further from the truth.
I'm someone who spent way too much time looking at Maurice Sendak and Winslow Homer growing up. Someone who had parents who took her to see anything with Lois Mailou Jones associated with it in DC or Aaron Douglas in Harlem. My hero's were rarely painting photo-realistically, and many spent hours working on one painting.