I started this painting just after finishing Sea Glass No 3. The colors were so off and I ruined some brushes waiting too long to try to fix them. I was annoyed that I couldn’t get it right, the colors so wrong. It sat in a cabinet for months.
These last few weeks have been difficult. Sad, hurting, and ready for healing. I knew I needed to be creative. I pulled out my paints, brushes, a brand new canvas. It just didn’t feel right. I wanted to fix something I could control. I pulled this canvas out and started quickly mixing blues to cover the colors that were so off.
I was frustrated that there was texture and lines from the old paint. I wanted to get sand paper and just make it all go away. After the old paint was covered with new shades, it didn’t look so bad. That old paint became apart of it, not something that could just be removed. You can’t see them at first glance. You have to look closely, look in the right light, they are there. Hidden under the fresh layers.
I spent a few afternoons working on this, I really didn’t want to stop. The paint on my palette was starting to get tacky, some brushes getting stiff. I wanted to stay lost in these colors, but I knew it was finished. I washed the brushes. Put away the paint tubes and easel. Found a place for the canvas. Scrubbed the oil paint of my fingers.
Seaglass no 4 is hanging on a wall in the living room. Slowly drying. If only I could speed up that process and be ready for varnish. Some days I spend time looking for those lines, bumps, smudges and some days I stare at the colors and get lost again for a moment.
Sea Glass No 4. Oil on 11×14 wrapped canvas.