Raw emotion is a dangerous tool for me. Emotion is the basis of my creativity. My art is dependent on the mood I am in. My mind uses my mood as a palate and my hand as a tool.
Today I am angry, torn, depressed, and enraged. I feel like taking a pastel or tube of paint and squishing it all over a sheet of paper, smashing the color into the paper, rubbing it out and blending it with many others to create a palate of rage. A smudge of yellow ocher, a dab of red. Blend it all in a circle, pull it to the edges, mix some white and violet together and blend the rest of the background. Possibly try out a new technique I’ve never tried before, washing the background with baby oil if I am using pastel.
Take a light gray and swirl it around the background in puffs, darkening the edges to make shadows.
Take a black piece and smear tiny hills on the bottom, rising and falling, varying shades of darkness. Take a white piece and put hints of light, blending it to form gray mist.
Put a bird in the background flying off towards the light. And close the project.