Okay, so let's talk about this "la decisión painting" I've been tinkering with. It wasn't like I woke up one morning with a divine vision or anything. Nah, it started more like a nagging feeling, you know? Like I had to get something out.
Getting the Ball Rolling
First things first, I had to actually start. Sounds simple, but sometimes that’s the hardest part, right? I grabbed a canvas I had lying around, not too big, not too small. I stared at it for a good while. What exactly was this "decision" I wanted to paint? I didn't have a clear image, more like an abstract idea. So, I just began. I mixed up some basic colors, nothing too wild, and just started putting paint on the canvas. Kind of like throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.
My initial plan, if you can even call it that, was to explore the feeling of being at a crossroads. But as I started laying down colors, it sort of took on a life of its own. It became less about a specific scenario and more about the internal struggle of making any choice, really. The paint was thick, and I was using a palette knife mostly, which always feels a bit like a gamble.
The Messy Middle Part
Then came the messy bit. And I mean, really messy. There was a point where I had this muddy green color dominating everything, and I almost scraped the whole thing off. I stepped back, had a cup of tea, and thought, "Okay, what's the decision here? Do I give up or push through?" It’s funny how the theme of the painting started reflecting the process itself.
I decided to push through. I started introducing some brighter colors, some yellows and a bit of red, to fight against that muddy green. It was a battle, I tell ya. My studio looked like a paint bomb had gone off. Here’s what I was struggling with:
- Getting the color balance right. Too much of one thing, and it just looked off.
- Creating a focal point without being too obvious.
- Trying not to overthink every single brushstroke, which is easier said than done.
Finding the Way
The breakthrough came when I stopped trying to force it. I just let my instincts take over. I put on some music, zoned out, and just painted. I made a bold move with a streak of white, right across a section I’d been agonizing over. And somehow, that was the decision the painting needed. It just clicked. Suddenly, the composition started to make sense. The colors started talking to each other instead of shouting.
After that, it was mostly about refining. Adding some texture here, softening an edge there. It's like, once the main decision is made, the smaller ones just fall into place. I spent a few more hours just looking at it, making tiny adjustments. You know how it is, you can fiddle with a painting forever if you let yourself.
Wrapping It Up
Finally, I had to make the decision to call it done. That’s a big one too. Stepping away. I propped it up where I could see it from my desk, lived with it for a day or two. And yeah, I’m pretty happy with how "la decisión painting" turned out. It’s not perfect, no painting ever is, right? But it captures that feeling I was going for. It’s a record of a process, a journey with its own set of choices and turning points. And that, for me, is what making art is all about. It’s a bit raw, a bit imperfect, but it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s the best you can ask for. Next up, I think I’ll tackle something completely different. Maybe something with more cats.
