It's been months and months since I painted. I'm always too busy doing this and that for everyone else... I have a hard time saying no to people. So I sat for a long time with my canvas. He was covered in layers of paint. 2 Paintings have decorated his surface thus far. Non of which I've been overly content with. I always battle between fine art and illustration. The illustrator in me always sneaks up on my paintings and when I snap out of my painting comma sometimes I realize what I wanted to be fine art is far more like a whimsical illustration for a childrens book. And that's usually the point at which the canvas gets lost in my closet. This particular canvas has been hiding in my closet going on 2 years.
I looked at him, he stared back at me. We had a serious silent conversation and finally we came to an agreement. No pressure. No preconceived idea of what I'm going to create. Just pick up the brush and lets dance.
This is what has commenced thus far... I call it Starting Over.
