It's ironic really as I painted this piece on a cold February whilst wearing several layers of clothing yet, this painting is set on a summer’s day. I must have been craving the warmth of the sun (which I am currently). When you start to blend in with the white walls of your office, you know it’s time for the sun to come out. Come on summer!
This piece was painted on two separate occasions with a year between each session. The reason being was that the first attempt was a fail and I got far too stressed out that I sent it to the corner to have a time out. Stupid canvas. I may be giving myself a bad reputation through my blog as someone who is 'quick to anger' but, if you have a canvas that defies your brush strokes, you too would get slightly miffed. Not only that, but you also start to question your ability, which is something I do on a regular basis. After a year of being stuck in the corner under the masses of assorted canvases, the incomplete rebellious canvas rose from the very depths of dust and made its way back into my life. To the easel with you! You bloody thing!!
I thought back to my original plan a year ago which was to produce a piece like my lavender field but this time with Daisies. They are one of my favourite flowers. They aren't the most appealing thing when in a bouquet but they are just so pretty. Simple, but pretty. One of the reasons for these being my favourite flowers is because back when I was in Sixth form seven-ish years ago (God that is depressing) my friends and I were matching each other’s personalities to flowers. Aren't we just the cutest bunch of seventeen year old's ever? Sometimes I sit and wonder, could I have received better grades if I actually did work in my free periods? Instead, I had pointless discussions with my friends about what flowers we would be. Who knows. Matching up our personalities to flowers was obviously much more important back then rather than revising the human anatomy. Anywho, I was matched to a… Daisy. Everyone else in the group was either a Lily, Rose or some other grand lavish flower but I got a Daisy. A lovely pretty and delicate little...weed. I would like to focus on the fact that a Daisy is a weed and described in the dictionary as 'a valueless plant growing wild'. I'm not really sure what that says about my personality or worse yet, what my friends think of me but, I took this enticing conversation very much to my heart (in a good way obviously). They do also make me think of hippies frolicking in a field, the sun beaming down, without a care in the world. Oh to be tha care free. As you can see though, I decided against the Daisy idea and went with a field of Reeds.
I had planned from the start of the painting, on attempt two, that I was going to do the Daisies but after I finished off those lovely powerful stems, I thought against it. Daisies in the field would have ruined the piece altogether. I was also lacking on the white paint which is quite important when trying to paint Daisies so that was obviously not going to work. Why is the paint I need always blooming gone!! Argh! I felt a bit defeated as I know the piece needed something else. A bit of jazzing up; the ‘cheery on top of a cake’ kind of finish. As I scorned at my squashed tubes of dried up old paint, I suddenly thought back to the days when I was at school. Those hour long art lessons that I wasted trying to make purple using whatever colours I could find in the cupboard and ending up with heaps of mud like brown. ‘Don’t waste the paint girls’ the teacher used to say…ooops. Well, it seems those hours of mistakes came in pretty darn handy in this situation. The trip down memory lane caused the light bulb to strike my frustrated brain and images of brwon red like reeds popped into my mind. Making pooey brown out of paint was my specialty! Bring on the reeds! I know I could've gone out and bought some paint but as usual, I was lacking on the funds. The choice of buying white paint over having a normal sized dinner that night was not a battle that lasted long. Food always wins.
This piece was done exactly the same as my Lavender painting with the use of the famous Library/Nandos card trick. Hopefully you are familiar with this trick, if not tut tut. Someone obviously hasn't read the Lavendar field post. You have cut me deep. hehe.
The reed field is a much more realistic piece than my previous paintings and I'm not a realist painter at all. I think it might be because I find realistic paintings to be (and don't gasps as I say this) a tad on the tedious. I find there is a lack of fun with realistic painting and it can become more of a chore rather than something enjoyable. Constant rubbing out, constant paint manipulation and trying to find the thinnest paint brush known to man. Why? Just so you can dot the white on an eye to create a reflection? No thanks! It could also be the fact that I just give up. I don't have the patience! There's nothing wrong with that, Is there? Don't get me wrong, when I see a realistic painting with all the intricate details it blows my mind, especially the ones in the National Art Gallery that reach the very heights of the ceiling. They. Are. Amazing! Yet after looking at them for a few minutes, I get my yawn on. The thing I love about modern un-realistic paintings or paintings that make you think "what the hell is that" is that they're open to interpretation. The viewer can make it what it is.
Anyway, after going at this painting for about 4 hours, I finished the piece. Voila. My first thought as I stepped back from the easel was 'meh it’s alright’ but after showing friends and family the feedback I got was my best so far. Result!! Shame I still don’t have that connection with it. I’ve put it back up on to my easel and viewed it from time to time trying to see if I can grasp some sort of emotional connection with it. Have I? Er….. I think so. It’s not that I don’t think it’s good because I do. I’ve impressed myself massively as I didn’t think I would be able to produce something so realistic but, the emotional connection isn’t there. In an ideal way, it's a good thing I don't have a strong love for it otherwise it would be hard to part ways when someone wants to eventually buy it. Hint hint….