So, I finished my work in New Zealand and moved to North Carolina to spend time with my son. Started working in a bookstore. What I haven’t been doing? Writing. No writing. No editing.
Painting. Acrylics were my original creative outlet and I’ve had a set of paints and brushes tucked away in a fishing tackle box since college. At some point, painting became laborious and slow. I couldn’t finish what I started. I had too many ideas rumbling below the surface never to emerge.
|Blue + Red + Green = Nice dark background|
After painting a few simple monotone forests and space scenes, my son asked me to do something more detailed. And since that was the same request I keep getting from the people beta reading my post apocalyptic novel, it started to feel like a theme.
|Lavender outlines of trees and foliage|
Getting the general idea for a story or a painting is easy. Just as with writing, it takes just as long to develop a good plan as it does to execute it effectively. Researching a painting usually brings to collect three or four images to incorporate.
|Basic forms in white, yellow and orange|
|Added a few yellow and white glazes to the trees|
From the basic shapes to the finished work, I spend twice the time. I fix it. I change it. I add depth. I revise. In every manner, this corresponds to the writing process. Only, I have much more practice painting. I know that when I screw something up that I can adjust it and change it back.
Confidence is learned through the process of making many many mistakes and surviving them.
|Some more detail|
|Brighter colors and more detail|
After I get to a stopping point, I almost always need to take a long pause, drink a few cups of coffee and consider what I’ve left out.