You know how when you move there's that one room that gets all the still packed boxes and all the stuff that you don't know where it should go in the new place? Yep, that room, the disaster room. Last week I was in there trying to figure out how to empty it and create the guest room we have planned. I uncovered a very large painting from college.
It had been painted over several times, the last time with house paint. It had some damaged areas, places where something had poked into the canvas and stretched it out. Initially I thought I was just going to paint over it again but soon realized that this canvas had taken too much abuse and a new coat of gesso wasn't going to fix it.
So I tore the old canvas off and bought new to replace it. The frame was one I built in college and had stretched myself to begin with, surely I could do it again. It was a slow process...mostly because the old Fear Monster kept popping up, asking what I thought I was doing.
But here we are with new canvas and fresh gesso...a terrifying blank slate.
Today's plan was to slop some color on...just get started. The clean white canvas was so intimidating and I knew I just needed to get it messy. I need to create some problems to solve.
I can tell I'm already learning a lot with this one. There's this slight panic that's offset with a weird calm. I've done this before, I can do it again...just differently.