Layers of Paint

When I first began this great experiment in the interbreeding of paint and yarn, I got a little crazy (really, you should see some of the crap I threw in the back of the junk closet). I had just learned that I could create intriguing textures with all sorts of things lying around my house and in my sewing basket, but I had no real direction. That is why this painting caused me so much trouble. I was so entranced with the “lookit what I can do with yarn!” aspect, that I never sat down and thought through what I was going to do with the texture once I’d created it. Now, this objection may seem to go against my usual modus operandi of throwing everything at the canvas and hoping that it all works out. My best paintings have always started out with some vague general sort of plan.

Unfortunately with this one, I did not give myself space to throw in my much-beloved hands. It spent many weeks leaning against a wall in my living room, unfinished, crying out for that last layer of paint that would make it super-special and not just a pretty blue rectangle.

Am I pleased with how it turned out? No. I don’t know what it’s saying. I can’t even begin to guess. It actually kind of alarms me a little bit, and I definitely do not want it hanging on the living room wall anytime soon. Should I paint over it and try again? No idea. We’ll have to give it time and see. A painting is never finished. Well, not until you varnish it anyway. And I rarely varnish. So I think we’re out of the danger zone for the moment.

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