I know that I haven't been documenting all the artwork I've done this semester (and there is a lot of it). I promise that once the semester ends, I will make a post with all the completed paintings from this fall. This painting, though, has been on my blog before (seen here). However, it looked a lot different than it does now. This painting has evolved a lot since I started it in June. When school resumed, I had to put it aside. It was only last week when I brought it back so I could work on it for one of my last painting critiques this semester. It began with orange undertones, then green, then purple, then pink, and now it is purple, pink, green, and blue, and a mess. Is it foolish to cry over a painting? I don't think I've struggled any more than I do now, and the time is just flying by me. It's not coming together and I don't have the motivation to see see it through. I think I'm just emotionally over this concept. Or perhaps, I don't relate to it like I once did. Or maybe it's something else entirely. This painting is supposed to illustrate me freeing myself. In that case, I am lying to you all. I haven't freed myself. Not even a bit. I've caged myself in, and I cannot get out.
mkp.
