I have four twentyfive people coming to pick up commissions this weekend, and I am nervous about each some of the paintings for different reasons.
Rather than stab each painting with a paint brush, hard, I thought I might try to voice my little inside voice outloud.
One of the paintings is massive. I’m not sure the commissioner has fully understood how big it is. It is a gift for someone, and I am not sure the recipient will be delighted.
Also, my studio is very narrow. Painting a massive painting necessitates a level of yoga I am not limbo* enough to master.
The next of the paintings was a last minute order. Which is perfectly fine… it just makes me anxious because I already am feeling incompetent. And I wonder if I have got the colors exactly as they want them… if I have understood the brief. If this is actually what they meant. Or if they meant something else.
Then, I have two black and white paintings to do. I have painted in black and white before- but rarely. And, it’s really hard!! There is no room to be seduced by lovely sumptuous colors. No way that the ‘dive straight in and lick your lips’ cherry colored shoes are going to distract you from the (ever so minutely, slightly) crooked lines. Everything has to be right.
Everything is never right in my paintings.
One of the hardest things about commissions, is that I end up trying to second guess the customer… rather than just get on with my job.
If you are coming to collect a painting this weekend… your painting is ready, and beautiful. It’s the other commissions I am having problems with.
“Valdez, I’ve thought about your Michael Caine video, on average, 3 times a week for the past two years. And I’ve thought about it for two years in the last three minutes alone.”—Uncle Joe Cotter on Don’t Blink. (via wreckandsalvage)