I’ve been looking back at my 2014 dreams journal today, and fell back in love with this American Indian girl who appeared as if by magic.
I didn’t plan to paint an indian.
I’ve learnt to avoid planning to paint anything in particular, because it makes me freeze up until I’m unable to create anything.
The only thing I plan is that there will usually be a figure of some sort.
So for days I looked at the background, not seeing anything, and then she jumped out of the landscape.
Whenever this happens, I just know I’m going to love the finished piece.
Her body is wrapped up in a soft, warm pink blanket to protect her from the shocking weather of her homeland.
And I love her hair, lying in tangled plaits across her shoulders.
I’d love to know, what’s your biggest challenge when it comes to your art?