You Love It. Then You Hate It. Then You Change It. Then You Love It
Goddesses? What Goddesses? I painted this painting a couple of years ago, and it was hanging on my studio wall minding it's own business last week, when I suddenly developed a serious grudge against it. Here is the deal with this particular painting. A couple of years ago I was so in love with colour and layers upon layers upon layers of marks and texture that it was very hard for me to cull. "Ooh, that bit is so pretty!" I was like a kid decorating a Christmas tree that had to hang every ornament PLUS tinsel AND multi coloured lights. (Note: Tree this year is minimalist - white twinkly lights and a dozen old fashioned wooden or knitted ornaments.) As a result, my paintings were busy - full of action, like a carnival ride. Midway through painting this one I saw two women, chin to chin, breast to breast, hair streaming back and hips a-sway. I called the painting Embrace Your Inner Goddess. The thing is, no one could see those women but me...