So during the Artwalk, artists were supposed to be making art. And they did indeed. On treks to the washroom I spotted many artists with board or canvas on their laps. Some would look up occasionally, but others were completely involved in their work.
Prior to that weekend I was also told that I should prepare some art to work on.
I brought simple sketches of Pabst Blue Fish, and Some Fish With That? I stuck with watercolour, I can’t imagine working with acrylic while being so stressed.
I wanted to do something kind of silly – unlike my usual work. If I were to mess up, it wouldn’t really be the end of the world.
It was very difficult to keep my attention on the painting. A) I am a person that likes to paint alone. I mean, I only recently started being comfortable painting in front of Mack. B) I was unbelievably stressed that something was going to go wrong. What if the tent fell down? Or what if a framed painting fell and broke? I would be too busy with my silly painting of a fish.
At the end of the Artwalk I was planning to do more paintings of fish in strange places. But I get bored easily.
But maybe its not just the boredom. Maybe I have had a hard time painting anything at all.
Today I’ll try to paint something, but I might need more coffee first.