My creative process is a tad unexplainable, mostly because I work a little backwards.(you should see me try to describe it..) It does not make it wrong and in no way is it right..but it is mine. It is pretty simple..yet complicated and it all happens right in here in the Ol' Shead-Teau. The outside is super cute...
But, after way too many years of trying to change it, organize it, empty it and re-arrange it, I have just learned to embrace it, go with the flow, enjoy the process and then clean it up and start all over.
A Simply Complicated creative vicious cycle...but mine all mine.
Anyways, a few months ago, as I was working on the project for the Apprentice piece I told you about, I was also working on this:
(which is another way I work..like on 10 things at once). Anyways, I created the above canvas, looked at it, sorta liked it and then put it on the pile of the 1001 other things I have made, looked at, liked and then put away.
Fast forward to this past Monday...I came across it again and did not like it so much. Actually, it is not that I did not "like it" (see, I told you I work backwards) I just felt like it needed something..like a big squirt of white paint:
I wiped the paint over the canvas, added a little of this, took off a little of that, added layers of paint, then wiped it off, painted more on, wiped it all off...used a little puffy paint and I am liking the final (key word FINAL) outcome: