SFS
A rather gloomy-looking sky engulfed me last week as I set up for a session. I wasn't looking forward to it. It's been raining so much these past weeks that I haven't been able to find a convenient sky to work from.
Quickly, this study was on its way to failure but remarkably, just when I was just about to chuck it in and paint over it, smearing and smudging and swearing, I suddenly found my way in to it with a hint of hope. I had nothing to lose, something so easily forgotten or ignored in these dark moments. Also I knew it would put me in a bad mood for the entire drive home. But once there, I knew I would make a cup of tea, sit at the piano, and within no time at all, I'd again be my usual optimistic self. HaHa.
In any event, I managed to re-arrange the entire drawing for this graphic idea and then thought to myself: well, not great, not even good perhaps, but at least I didn’t destroy it.
It began raining by the time I had finished it and had packed up and was into my car for the short drive home in the rain. It rained for several days afterward and I forgot to remove it from the boot of the car which I would normally do on the following morning. But when I did retrieve it days later, I was pleasantly surprised with it. I put in a frame and I thought,,,, hmm, I rather like the ugly abstraction in it. It's weird, and I see three trolls in the clouds above.
So that is a small sketch of the angry paintbrush and a hint of hope that almost got away.
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