“The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.”
– John Cage
I must admit, my head is definitely not in the same place as John Cage when he said that.
Yes, I cannot put my finger on why I dislike it. And there are parts of it I do like. And I am getting used to it overall. Time and acceptance are blunting my initial reaction to whatever this is I’ve wrought.
Do I dislike it because it’s too busy? Arguably it is. But I know many of you like that. No, this is not the reason.
Do I dislike it because there’s still too much icky green from the blue and yellow washes that ran together? Maybe. I have spent most of the time on this trying to paint better things over that. Some of those are the parts I like — mainly the blue and white northwest of the sun — but as I was working on this it seemed like nothing I did could ‘fix’ it.
My daughter even helped. The upper elongated green blob on the left is hers. 🙂 That didn’t fix it either.
At first glance my overall impression is still “ick”. It has something to do with the red blobs in both upper corners, though they look fine, even good, of themselves. I find my eyes resting on the sun I painted over the mess, taking solace there. Which is why I painted it.
This is the painting that started like this:
Anyway, it’s a painting and I am done with it. It’s a small painting, it’s experimental, on a cheap canvas board, and I’m moving on.
Enjoy! 🙂 If you can…