It still amazes me -- even though I've painted 8970987987 (approximately) paintings-- how you can start out in the morning with something that's only in your head, something that doesn't actually exist, and with the help of a blank canvas, some paintbrushes, paint and a bit of time -- you have created something real and tangible that you can show others and say "Here, look what I did!"
So, hey, guys, here, look what I did:
Seriously, the process is still sort of magical to me. Like I know I painted this. I know 39870987987 (approximately) brush strokes went into it. I vaguely recall at one point thinking "ARRGH!" (because I am half-pirate, doncha know?*) and "I am NEVER going to finish this" but even with those facts, it sort of seems that the paintings just kind of...appear.
And they rarely show up just as they were in my head. This one, for instance. From the moment I had the idea several months ago, the background was a cream or maybe a light lemony yellow and her hair was going to be a mane of rainbow pastels (something I still really want to try!) and the rest of the colors were muted and dreamy.
Of course, I should know by now I don't have a muted bone in my body. They're all very bright, some even neon, I'm afraid.
It became evident as soon as I had her face painted that she needed to be a dark haired gal and I didn't want to go with anything traditional so I decided to do a blue-black -- however, for future reference, when going for blue-black, lay down the blue, then add in black lowlights, because if you do the blue first, you do not wind up with blue-black. You wind up with black.
Also, in my head, the text said "She was the type of girl who tied on wings and prepared for takeoff", but in the middle of the painting I thought of this wording and liked it better.
She didn't turn out how I'd initially envisioned her at all -- but I think she turned out just the way she should be. And that's kind of like life, huh?
She will be in the shop later today, both as a print and the original.