The first week went fine, I was enjoying myself, squinting away quite happily, and then something happened. Inspiration.
So…I should have known better…really…I’m a Taurus, and I’m not sure if this has anything to do with it or not, but…Ever since I was little, every time someone has tried to make me do something, whether I may have possibly wanted to do it or not, I dig in my heels and resist. The more they push me, the more I definitely DO NOT want to do it. Even if I may have started out kind of wanting to…
Anyways, my point is, I told myself…”You are going to paint 100 paintings in 100 days”, and myself, in typical Tahirih fashion (although, I might add, I kinda wanted to) dug in her heels and decided that anything else would be better than painting 100 paintings in 100 days!
But it had nothing to do with painting from life. In fact, it had nothing to do with painting from a photograph.
Like I said, I should have known! My grown-up me says “you’re going to paint real things, from life!” and my child me says “No way…I want to paint…from my IMAGINATION!” Add a little foot stomp there for emphasis, lol! I don’t really know why this is happening. I don’t generally get inspired by my imagination…I’m usually moaning about my lack of it, and drooling over everyone elses beautiful, imaginary scenes. Anyways, here is the result. I put it on a black background so you could see the edge of the paper…BTW, I promise I’ll get back to my 100 paintings soon!