There's something really special about this girl.
It's like she knows what is ahead even though I don't.
I started painting her Thursday afternoon
and I haven't been able to finish her until today.
I've been thinking about her non-stop since then...
You'll notice she's wearing a lace collar along with her white feathers...
I am completely immersed in my Métis culture.
It's the only thing I want to paint.
I remember taking Jesse Reno's class last year
where he talked alot about the creative process.
He encouraged us to honour the nudges we get during our creative process.
He told us not to shy away from painting something that you already painted.
If you feel the need to paint it, it's because you NEED to paint it.
If you feel the need to paint a bunny 100 times then you need to do this.
He told us not to get caught up with the need to do something just because you feel you should switch things up. If your heart is set on bunnies. You need to honour this.
It wasn't exactly those words but it is something that resonated with me even then...
I'm discovering that being an artist is just as much listening to my inner voice
as it is painting on the canvas.
The day I start painting for someone else is the day I shrivel up and die.
This is why I can no longer paint custom work. (even for my favorite peeps)
It's like my heart and soul reject it so much that nothing seems to work.
I'm never pleased with the outcome.
Some people can do this happily and with satisfaction.
I can't. I won`t. Anymore.
Instead I'm honouring this strong urge, this need to paint my feathered girls.
The ones that come from a First Nation woman
from the Weskarini tribe and a French man from France.
Tomorrow the work will continue...
Stay tuned for my next post as I share my writing nook with you.
I'll also give you an update on my stories...