If it's easy, then I guess I wouldn't do it. It's a strange love/hate thing. I really hate art, love art, hate it, love it, hate it, love it, hate, love, hate, ooooooooohm!
I'm a slave to the moment. I never do the requisite 200 paintings (ala the Burgess protocol) to hone any one technique. Instead, I seem to take 200 times as long to make sure I don't screw up my first attempt at something I've never tried before.
Yesterday, I spent probably an hour-and-a-half on a stick figure or something not much more complex (in principle).
Trouble is harmonizing the color, tweaking the curvature at certain arcs of it, getting the size right in relation to other elements, deciding if a color play on the lower half of it is too juvenile/and/or ineffective. Does it look decent in daylight? Does it look decent in night light? Does it look decent in the light it might be displayed under? Would it read from a highway in three seconds or less by a car speeding by at 60mph?
To be so priviledged to consider such things "problems"!! Is this true struggle? I think not. This is the struggle of priviledge.
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