There’s just something about apples that I need to paint. What’s going on inside my brain that lures me in and bites me, compelling me to put an apple in my still life paintings? Weird brain.
I’m not even that thrilled with how this brand of apple paints up. Besides the paints, which I am too stubborn or lazy, or something, to add the new Alizarin Crimson and Burnt Sienna to the palette, I need to buy prettier colored apples.
At least I found time to paint, thrilled or not. Process over thrilled. May as well paint a junk painting now and then. Is it good or bad for the ego? Then again, it is my opinion.
Some times I think my work was lousy and someone else would say how they love it, so I can’t go by how I feel. Just paint and don’t think about it. Move on.
This was a twenty minute session at this point. I left it alone after twenty minutes because it was annoying me. I had to stop and get away from it. The next day I worked on it again and it looks slightly neater. I can’t think of the word to describe the finished piece other than “neater.” It’s done.
There are some elements that please me though. I really like the color strength and shape of the broken shell on the right and the way the shadow pops the lower edge. The rest is just so-so, to my eye. I think that apple is doing nothing for me. Overplayed the apple, and maybe that rock. The shell?
I think it’s time to find other subjects, but I’m not sure exactly what thing is going to feel comfortable. Other fruits are boring as well as some veggies. Maybe a fabric? Or a shiny platter? A bowl?
Maybe I need a vacation?
Dear Dora,
Let us celebrate any achievement we make. Please be kind to yourself. Take a rest well or as much as possible.
Kind regards, Sadami
Hello dear Sadami! Thank you for your soothing words. Right now I am patting my own shoulder for comfort and thinking of the next painting. Maybe it will be better.