Sept 20, 2017
oil on panel, 8"x8"
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I have no idea what the title of this painting means. I put Ásgeir on shuffle and this was the first song to come on when I picked up my brush to start.
Also, this is the first day in the 30 day series that I played music as I painted.
I'm not huge on music while I paint, as I tend to be dead focused on the painting itself and the feelings I'm putting into the strokes. I find music distracting at most times.
But, today was one of those days that I needed music to distract me from my own early morning frustrations, and Sumargestur was the perfect song to get me started (mainly because trying to pronounce the title is frustratingly fulfilling).
I typically get out of bed in the morning and start painting immediately after brushing my teeth. This morning was different, and I was immediately hit with wedding frustrations. We are officially 31 days before the wedding, and the little things that have not been completed (I'll leave it at that) are piling up and are being put on my plate.
Also, side note, but why the hell do people assume the bride has to deal with everything and the groom cannot be bothered? That is the huge wedding planning mystery to me. HUGE.
Anyway, my day started with various requests, which then turned into an ultimate frustration that kept me from studying and painting for 4 hours. I'm scared that this is going to continue on the same route until the wedding, but I really need to stay grounded before I literally blow up. Multiple phone calls and bookings later, I was so frustrated that I literally threw my computer, started playing Ásgeir on shuffle repeat, and fumbled for my paint brush to begin today's work.
Finally, I can breathe.
Painting is therapy, and this painting is what I composed today in my frustration.
The music took me far away from my frustration, and it took me to a place of enough calm to work on a small 8"x8" painting. This is another self portrait with slight changes in shape, tone and color from the photograph due to the sort of angst I had built up this morning. The painting then carried me along through completion, and I completed this in record time of 1 hour and 15 minutes.
Note the white hairs peeking their way through the shadows. (I've stopped dying my hair 6 months ago in an effort to go all natural.)
Then I tripped on my supply box and spilt Gamsol into my eyeballs.
You can't have it all, right?
Let's pray that I splashed enough water into my eyeballs to keep me from going blind in an hour or two.
Off to shower and to continue washing out my eyeballs. Happy Hump Day, everyone.