Sept 28, 2017
oil on panel, 8"x8"
Available for reservations.
Oh my gosh I'm so excited for the weekend ahead, as I have a few projects ahead of me before then and for the opportunity to actually relax.
I mean, if the weather cools down a bit, I may even take a bath with the Lush bath bomb that has been sitting in my bathroom cupboard for a few months now.
It's been a rough week with so much needing to get done with such little time to do it. It's been so exhausting, and it's been getting me a bit down in the dumps, as the saying goes.
Yesterday was frustrating and trying. It was a bit much with so much wedding planning just being dumped on my lap all at once, with the feeling that it's all accumulating and snowballing out of control. Jose tries to help, which I adore and am so thankful for, but no matter what, vendors, family and friends always feel the need to contact me, the bride. And this pulls me right back into the mess.
So what did I do at the end of the day yesterday? Jose and I went out for cocktails and tacos, and forbid any sort of wedding talk for the evening.
I wanted to keep the momentum rolling, realizing that it's a new day and that I am in control of what I pay attention to now or later. I woke up, worked a bit, went on a walk, and continued working over breakfast. As soon as I was about to set my phone to "do not disturb" to paint today's work, the florist called me.
Love our florist, but a serious "dammit" shivered through my body. Kind of like a chill, but worse.
I nearly lost it after our 15 minute chat regarding white vs dark pink roses in the ceremony flowers. If I wanted to get anything done, I was forced to re-center myself and really focus on my work and not on flower arrangements, which could've tumbled into other wedding related things.
It got to be a bit much. I had to take a step back and realize that every second of every day is a new opportunity to do what I love and to be love. So, I got up, snatched up my smock, and started painted after a few deep, long breaths.
If this frustrated energy is going anywhere, it will go into my painting for the day.
he reference photo was of my hand delicately holding my artist smock, but instead, I painted my hand desperately clutching my artist smock. The colors are very similar between the smock and the hand, to really demonstrate that energy flowing through my hand and into a symbol and tool of my everyday work. The orange is a pretty self-explanatory fiery, boiling blood orange, pulling deep into the feeling I attempted to evoke in the painting.
I love when painting is cathartic. It makes me realize why I love to do what I do.
Well, I'm off to a maternity photoshoot! A few deep breaths, it's almost the weekend!