This mixed media sunflower painting started out as a blank canvas like all paintings do. I only had one goal, and that was to use spray paint. I am taking a class online for painters right now. Next week is the last week. This week is spray paint week. I had to use it. Otherwise, why am I even taking this class, right?
So, Tiny-Small and I glued paper all over the canvas. We ripped stuff, we cut stuff, we randomly tossed it all onto the canvas and then Tiny-Small globbed on some gel medium. The way she was using it all up you’d think the stuff grows on trees or something. That paper is never coming off. In a 100 years someone will be purchasing this painting at a garage sale for three dollars. Maybe my work will be famous by then and that certain someone will go on Antiques Road Show and find out it’s worth $5,000. Sometimes I entertain myself by thinking about such things. The historians will probably wonder if my daughter helped me paint it and will look for secret signatures and brush strokes (and the amount of glue used) to determine the paintings authenticity.
After we glued the paper down, Tiny-Small glitter bombed it. She’s not suppose to play with glitter because she gets it in her eyes, up her nose, and in her mouth. I hide it from her. This time, she found it on the counter because I had just purchased some and forgotten to put it away before she discovered it. So, I let her glitter bomb my painting. Why not? What’s a little extra sparkle in your digestive track once in a while, right?
We let it dry. I went to the store to buy doilies. That is something I never thought I would say out loud. I also bought spray paint. Then I sprayed the doilies. I also sprayed my arm and fingers. I wish I had sprayed my finger gold so I could make Gold Finger jokes, but instead I sprayed my arm gold. No good jokes for that. My fingers are blue, yellow, and green. I am gorgeous.
I went to bed smelling like spray paint. I feel sorry for Jim who probably got a contact headache from me while he slept, but we all suffer for art around here. Suffer, suffer, suffer…also, never spray paint in your pajamas. Also, never marry someone who spray paints in pajamas.
Finally, the painting dried once more over night and I spent a good part of the morning staring at it skeptically. I secretly and not so secretly hated it. I told Jim. Then I attacked it with paint. All I could see was sunflowers so that is what I made. It’s not exactly Van Gogh, but it’s something. I am actually quite pleased with how it turned out. To go from a bunch of glitter bombed paper to an actual painting on sheer luck and random paint splattering is kind of amazing. I am really pushing my own boundaries with this class. I feel a shift coming on inside me. Like I am about to crack open a new door of self-awareness. It’s exciting and scary at the same time, but I guess that is the price we pay for new things and for happiness.
It’s also the price we pay for art.