A lot going on around here... I am preparing to move this month so I am spending a lot of time painting walls and learning how to install gas ranges, etc. I have learned so much in the past two years fixing up this house with Mike. We insulated the house ourselves, we removed the oldest most difficult wall paper-paint combo by hand, we built a wall. Simple stuff but it was all new for me!
I have been drawing from Gauguin paintings that I look up on Pinterest. I love to make what I consider to be "illustrations of paintings." I really yearn to make this stuff HUGE. I have the space for it, and as the spring warms up I think I will be making some big landscapes. It is surprisingly hard to translate the freedom I regularly experience in my art journals into "real" paintings for the wall. I can tell this is going to be goal I will be working toward. Also, large canvas is expensive, using more paint is expensive, and then most importantly, once these large paintings are made, where do they go?
Even when I get myself all ready to face a large canvas, to really approach it freely, there seems to be some kind of hangup inherent in the object. When I work in a book I truly can paint freely. Because, it's a book, it's private, it's not going to use energy from the world.
But, a canvas for the wall just inherently, innately, feels different. It is charged with an energy of... wall-worthiness. Try as I might, I really do think that it affects my approach. Just like writing music on one instrument can feel one way, and writing it on another feels totally different.