“We do what we do by the light we are given.” My paternal grandmother used to say that.
We used to love going to her place on Sunday afternoons. Nan always made scones and there were countless cups of tea in creamy china with a green stripe around the lip. Letters from overseas cousins and interstate aunts were read. We shared the week’s stories and laughed like fun at what had once seemed terribly serious. Nan often laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks. Her laughter was infectious so we always had fun. She was also very compassionate and not afraid to dispense a little advice. But her wisdom is what remains now.
So, “We do what we do by the light we are given.”
This particular saying gave me a great sense of comfort. Despite feelings of failure (mostly as a young parent) I could accept that I had actually made my decisions as well as I could with what I knew at the time.
Literally, in painting we do what we do by the light we are given – of course. But we are also challenged in our perception, our skills and our decision making. None of these and the thousand other factors exist in isolation, but the last of these three is the toughest for me. I think it’s about fear of making mistakes.
This painting April Surge
has been lurking since May and under bubble wrap for the last 6 weeks or so. This is how I left it.
A few brush strokes on that first Saturday arvo. Then the visitors started to arrive. On the Tuesday I was re-engaged. Now I call it finished.
(it is actually a green painting not blue. Gotta find my white balance setting sometime soon)!
So, what’s happening out there? Is a painting ever finished? As the ‘light’ changes do you start again or rework?