How To Eat An Elephant
One bite at a time - apparently that saying is less common than I thought, and I will title my autobiography as such if I ever write one.
I think the relevance is clear, though. I finally got to paint a bit! And holy cow. There are all sorts of weird animal references flowing out of me today as I keep repeating "I am not just a figure painter" over and over in my head.
While painting, I felt like somebody dying of thirst who was just handed a bottle of water. I couldn't get the paint on there fast enough. Now, I feel as if I need to slow it down and pace myself before I really get crazy with the paint. I plan to go back in and take this one section at a time. It's so easy to get intimidated by the size and try to cover it all at once. With a little reflection and contemplation, I've realized I need to be more strategic no matter how badly I want to do it all right now.
So, how do you handle your nightmares? Apparently, I like to make mine come to life and put it all together by hand. That's the game plan this semester, and it's starting to manifest itself in everything, even my process. Why must our work become a literal experience instead of just staying a symbol?
