I am planning a class to explain color effects in photography. Pick out the carmine and the chromium oxide green because they look like complementary contrast to me. Decide that I also just need to do a color study today – without any other motivation behind it. I’m still interested in circles, so it’s back to round shapes.
Painting exhausts me. Always. Today I notice it especially. I push myself, even to relax. Hm. I hold my breath so many times that I’m surprised I don’t faint. Anyway, the air-holding reflex always comes very, very late. When it hits me, I take a few conscious breaths. But after three brushstrokes I’ve already forgotten about it. According to this, painting is obviousliy also suitable as a meditation exercise, as it seems to me…
In the bottles the colors looked exciting. Now, mixed with white I notice how cold the two are. I don’t like that. So I concentrate on the color application and the transitions. I’m desperate to make big swings, but they’re hard. Or I make them hard on myself with all the air-holding. Or I want too much at once. And most of all, there’s always something breathing down my neck that wants a “result.” Just playing around? Giving myself permission to do that: It’s like meditation – I’ve barely realized it and it’s already forgotten.
Editing the photo, I notice that during today’s session I was also trying something third at the same time: The juxtaposition of brightnesses or contrast. In the black and white conversion this becomes visible. It also appeals to me more today.
