Last Sunday I worked on a start all afternoon, and wiped it all off on Monday. There are times I feel it is okay to do that. I'm not compelled to work with something I'm not attracted to. I was feeling frustrated and threw the paint on this canvas, stabbed it with my brush, pulled it around, had my rag handy and was wiping paint off as fast as it was being applied. When I was done, I stood the piece on a shelf and walked away. When I returned to the studio, the paint had been thin and wet enough (oil mixed with paint thinner) some of it dripped through the painting and I had a puddle of indigo on the shelf. I could have wiped it all off at that point, but there is something here that fascinates me. I don't know what it is yet. I've been looking at this piece for a week now. It's almost dry enough to work on, but I'll wait until I have a longer block of time. My obligations at my paying job kept me out of the studio the latter part of the week, and a family visit for the weekend did the same.
I was excited by a previous start I posted, now I wish I had it back. I developed the painting too soon. Patience is what I don't always have. The painting that did result from that one is beginning to grow on me. There are no mistakes, I need to remember that.
This start has water, wind, plant life, sky,earth and human elements in it. I will bring it into what it is, and will abstain from forcing images into the paint. There are enough there to keep me busy and content for several hours of painting.