Anyone who uses their creative streak (we all have one, but some use it more than others) know the frustration of the process and how often it makes you want to bang your head against the wall to get something you need out of it.

Every single piece of artwork I do, whether it’s a drawing, painting or design, has a phase of frustration.  I’m stuck and don’t know what needs to be done next. I wrote about my sunflower painting here and this is where I got stuck…for months.


I have learned a few things over the years.  One being that if something is in plain view it will eventually aggravate me until I clean it, pay it or fix it.  So I left this on the easel right where I had to look at it every single day.

A couple of weeks ago I had a rare free Saturday and the beginnings of a new list of projects that will require my easel back so I forced myself to put paint on canvas again.  It was still aggravating and to begin with I was hating it, but kept working on one small section at a time until I got it where I wanted it.

Ta-Dah!! Done!



Of course, like any artist, writer, crafts person, etc. I can tell you every single flaw I see in it, but hopefully you don’t notice it or think it’s a flaw.  I just eventually have to call it “done” and “satisfactory” or I will wind up in a special jacket.

It is cheerful, bright and absolutely does not go in the room that I started it for. Oh, well, art takes on a life of its own.


The Queen of…


Recently a friend of mine was gifted with a beach towel that awarded her the title of “Queen of Everything”.  I want one of those.  Why do I want to be Queen of Everything?  Because I have decided that my current title is “Queen of Unfinished Business”.  Not nearly as regal as being Queen of Everything.

Not only do I seem to have an unending list of projects that are partially complete, I have unearthed a stack of artwork that seems to be 80% finished.  I would try to blame this state on my kids and the toddler years, but one of the pieces (shown above) was done in 1991. That was two years before my first born made her entrance into the world.

I really don’t know what my excuse was back then.  I suspect that it was impatience.  Most of my artwork is in pencil and pretty darn detailed. Maybe it was the fact that as a designer I was always on a deadline and felt time breathing down my neck.  I was sooooo close to being finished, but stopped just short of really making the art stand out.

The perspective of a few more years of age has allowed me the pleasure of slowing down and I am in the process of finishing these pieces.  I am still a designer and still work on deadlines, but I have learned that rushing through something might get it done, but not to the point where it is at its best.  Now I can enjoy the process of getting to the vision in my head.  Of course it never looks like what is in my head, but that is for another post on another day.