bloody marty mix
36/365: Color Wheel
Tuesday, 01 July 2008.
Well, this did not turn out at all like I wanted it to.
First, the red I bought to mix colors was not a true red, but an orangey-red, which meant I couldn't mix any of the violets, so I couldn't take a full-face shot, as I had wanted to. Second, the power went out just as I was setting up and I lost one of my lights, so the lighting is all wonky. Third, I just couldn't get the shot I wanted to save my life. Fourth, the paint ended up drying and cracking on my face. Fifth, the lip gloss I ended up having to use for the red on my lips sort of ended up looking like some sort of disease gone horribly awry.
But, anyway, the point of all of this is: it doesn't suck as badly as I thought it was going to. I'm not thrilled, and it's nowhere near what I'd intended to get, but it doesn't completely suck, either. And, so I'm being kind to myself and just, you know... letting it go.
Also, this is me getting a glimpse at the part of me that I really love and wish I'd spent more time nurturing in my 20's and 30's. I'm happiest (and most frustrated, but in a fulfilling way) when I'm creating. When I was very young -- maybe 4 or 5 years old -- I knew I wanted to be an artist, and would tell anyone who asked. I think by the time I was about 8 or so, that had vanished, having been replaced by, "I'm going to be a writer," which, believe it or not, seemed like the more sane and realistic goal. I still harbor secret longings and regrets about not having a writing career. But in my deepest of deepest, the regret that overshadows all regrets, is that I never pursued art. I think if I could do anything I wanted, without ever thinking about needing to earn the nickels, I'd surround myself with paint and clay and metal and wood... and just make.
36/365: Color Wheel
Tuesday, 01 July 2008.
Well, this did not turn out at all like I wanted it to.
First, the red I bought to mix colors was not a true red, but an orangey-red, which meant I couldn't mix any of the violets, so I couldn't take a full-face shot, as I had wanted to. Second, the power went out just as I was setting up and I lost one of my lights, so the lighting is all wonky. Third, I just couldn't get the shot I wanted to save my life. Fourth, the paint ended up drying and cracking on my face. Fifth, the lip gloss I ended up having to use for the red on my lips sort of ended up looking like some sort of disease gone horribly awry.
But, anyway, the point of all of this is: it doesn't suck as badly as I thought it was going to. I'm not thrilled, and it's nowhere near what I'd intended to get, but it doesn't completely suck, either. And, so I'm being kind to myself and just, you know... letting it go.
Also, this is me getting a glimpse at the part of me that I really love and wish I'd spent more time nurturing in my 20's and 30's. I'm happiest (and most frustrated, but in a fulfilling way) when I'm creating. When I was very young -- maybe 4 or 5 years old -- I knew I wanted to be an artist, and would tell anyone who asked. I think by the time I was about 8 or so, that had vanished, having been replaced by, "I'm going to be a writer," which, believe it or not, seemed like the more sane and realistic goal. I still harbor secret longings and regrets about not having a writing career. But in my deepest of deepest, the regret that overshadows all regrets, is that I never pursued art. I think if I could do anything I wanted, without ever thinking about needing to earn the nickels, I'd surround myself with paint and clay and metal and wood... and just make.