Thursday, March 29, 2012


I can not express more, as an artist, how sometimes paintings come easily, fast, and almost paint themselves. Then there are the ones you struggle through, fight, and push through. This was one one of them, and I don't know why. It is simple, a wolf, soft light, good why did it come so hard to me? I am still not completely happy with it, but after showing it to several artists and assured that it is a good painting I decided to sign it and put it to bed.
I have talked about the art police (the ones that tell you to stop painting, you are done)  in previous posts, and this is a perfect example. Sometimes we "over  think" "over paint" and drive ourselves crazy. I am the first person to say to my friends that they need to breathe, relax, let it happen.  But I am horrible at taking my own advice. 
On a side note,  this is a wolf named Pup. I get along with every animal I meet, but this wolf hated me from the moment I walked into his enclosure. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I smelled like my dogs, who knows? He bit me twice and tore my pant leg. We had to have two people stand by me while I photographed him because I was really afraid of him. But on a high note, I got really good reference of him stalking me.

1 comment:

Louvregirl said...

It's a good painting; I think perhaps it is a little too symmetrical (esp. around the head and such)as wolves in the wild look pretty rugged with a lot of 'warts' and imperfections...
But it is good!
:-) louvregirl