Would you believe me if I told you these two paintings are one in the same....
I loved my new painting but I wanted to work on the hair a bit and her eyes weren't quite right. And I wanted to fix or finish her dress. Anyway - I completely lost my way. Terribly. After trying many different things, I eventually took my rib and I scraped back all the paint... and tried again.
Scraped back all the painting again... and tried again!
And had to scrape it all back a 3rd time and used white gesso to rework my surface...
until I was left with this.
Even though not much was left I could still see her emerging from under the gesso.
I took my rib and scratched in my outlines... And I knew I loved her already!
I love the butterfly looking earring and bun and simple beauty.
I grabbed my red and started working on her mouth, added white to the already gessoed face. And my burnt umber to her neck. And then I continued to build her up until I crawled into bed - soooo stoked. Even though it looks like a completely different piece - I'm so thrilled with a few things... That I didn't give up even though I wanted to a few times and even when it was so bad and I had lost my face completely - I tried new things and I didn't feel completely panicked like I usually do. I love that when only a mess was left - I could see her emerging and I could see she was beautiful!
I loved that more than anything.
Whenever I'm stressing through a piece and going through the places where I'm really not liking what I see and I'm huffing and puffing. My beautiful daughters always say... "Ahh mommy, it will be okay - she will come to you". I love their gentle encouraging words. And I love that they are always right...