After a lot of frustration trying to represent images and memories from the "blue town" of Chefchaouen, Morocco, I finally made a breakthrough. This one and another one (which I'll post soon) were done after a long night of pasteling where I wasted a lot of pigment and a lot of expensive paper, but remained unsatisfied with everything I'd done.
I was shutting down the studio and getting ready to go to bed, but I couldn't stand the unsatisfied feeling. I grabbed a small sheet of the new PastelMat that I'd ordered, went back to the ever-dusty pastel table, grabbed some colors that felt right, and instantly whipped out something I am totally happy with. Go figure.
I think it's a case in point of how sometimes what appears to be the simplest, most naive artwork is in fact a distillation of many previous and more detailed/complicated works, where one shaves away and refines until finally something very elemental emerges. Oh, the struggle to get to that place, that elemental place where I want to stay!
Oh, Miss Lemon. How you love to sit on kittens.
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