I’ve noticed I go in streaks with my style. The nudes. The wings. Color schemes. My daughter came to the studio tonight just as I’d settled in. “Are you working on your ‘day thing’?” she asked me. “I’ll come back and see it when you’re all done.”
After I finished, I felt good knowing my thirteen year old was acutally asking to see my daily art! I had her bring the camera for me to take the blog picture.
“Hmmmmm,” she mutters. “I think it’s kind of depressing.”…. and she turns and walks away.
Seriously? Depressing? It’s vintage…. it’s a smiling little boy…. how is that depressing? Ok. My own inner critic emerges. I don’t find it depressing, but I do find it dull. Looking over my shoulder at yesterday’s piece, I notice it had the same look. Potatoes without enough salt. Air-popped popcorn without butter. Warm beer.
Yep. Tomorrow needs some pizazz. Deffinately!