Do y’all remember the sketch that I started while I was dealing with my broken shoulder back in December and January?
This sketch is the one I’m talking about:
I know that a whole lot of people do portraits but I’ve never really done them…and she’s not exactly a portrait anyway, She’s just this idea that came into my head. And she sat on my sketch board at the side of my bed for the past 5 months…staring at me.
Today I woke up and before I could even get a cup of coffee I had an uncontrollable urge, no…make that an uncontrollable need to go straight into my studio and do something, anything with her. I felt like she had sat patiently waiting to become something and today was meant to be her day.
I spent the entire day in there, painting and collaging and shading and changing and doing all those creative things that we do when we’re working on a new piece.
The strange thing is that it was an overwhelmingly emotional day. I cried off and on the entire time I worked on her; I cried off and on, mostly on, for the entire day. Sobbing cries. Gut wrenching, tearful cries that I came from somewhere deep inside me…some place I didn’t know existed.
I just don’t know why working on her affected me like that…nothing like this has ever happened to me.
It’s very strange, indeed.
She’s still a work in progress but I really hope that when I return to work on her tomorrow that it’s a little less emotionally charged.
That’s how I spent my Thursday…how was yours?
Peace & Love,