Last week’s Forever French Fundraiser proved to be my best show ever. Not only were there record sales, but the day also brought new clients and the promise of a number of new commissions for paintings. It dawned on me as I began, that following the process might be interesting. Maybe not as interesting as arm-chairing a trip to France, but interesting in it’s own right, all the same.
Here’s the project: to create a painting to fit in a pre-made frame which will be an overmantel above the great room fireplace. The owner wants a painting which somehow include’s his own home: a lovely neo-tudor brick structure.
The problem: how to make it a painting that viewers will want to walk into. Although the house itself is lovely, there are a few things that are not painting material surrounding it. Luckily, the owner has given me artistic license to do as I please as long as the house appears somewhere in the painting. Fair enough. As the sun arose the other morning, the solution dawned on me: I’m turning the low 60’s looking pool house into a walled garden. Trés Stebner.
Fearlessly, I expose myself and my process…
Brushes laid aside, the next step is one of analysis. Although the hands rest temporarily, the eye doesn’t. Every time I pass by, I critique my efforts to date, deciding why the next step will be. Although there’s a basic process and goal, like life, it’s not always as easy as connecting two points to make a straight line. But it sure juices the adrenaline. Yes, Jim, I love my life!