...that was kind of sort of someplace in between cleansing/therapeutic/healing. I feel so much lighter and relaxed now. (Re-reading this post I know it is an awkward paragraph and a little hard to follow...but I think I should leave it like it is.)
Over the last few months I have come to realize just how much resentment I have been holding onto over a portrait that someone did of me a long time ago. I felt pretty manipulated and then obligated to purchase the portrait. While it was fun (at the moment) when the show opened I always felt uneasy about the whole process but I went along with it because of what was going on at the time. I have been moving the painting around on my walls, getting it farther and farther out of my direct view and then I finally took it down a couple of weeks ago. Then I was doing the every-time-I-walk-by-it-in-my-studio thing and then the whole thing came to a head today and I decided tonight to repurpose it.
|I really dislike this type of metal frame, too|
|I always liked the colors|
|and I worked the papers and matte medium really well and got everything very "wet" -- you can still see the colors through the paper layers|
|these were a couple of phrases from an old children's storybook that were left over from the last repurpsed canvas|
|and you can still see some of the painting through the papers|
|I wonder how it will look when it dries|