What goes through your mind as you paint? What games do you play in your mind as you create art? In the following post I describe my experience with the color red. Please share your art experiences in the comments below.
There is a moment right before red turns to marigold, where red is in its most profound state. Then all is lost. This color, both a quiet friend and undermining foe, comes and goes either in age or with a quick death of contradicting color as the whole of the piece must move forward. A bit playful and gopher-like, the perfect color red is also a taunting, troublesome hobgoblin.
No doubt, the search for the perfect red leaves me somewhat torn between a the joy of a minor, vibrant victory and the need to create something greater. Foolishly, I once thought I could paint the perfect red and be satisfied. And as my brush came to the last vacancy on the giant canvas, the red was not so bright anymore. I grabbed graphite, charcoal, and paint, and destroyed the painting. For one brief moment the last of the perfect red peered through rebar lines of gray before I snuffed its life with a jab of my thumb.
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| The perfect red peered through rebar lines of gray. |
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