It seemed I'd do anything but paint for a few days, but I am now back on track and painting.
As a writer, I know how to deal with writer's block, but with painting, I don't really know how to get over it. With writing, I have a million ideas that seem to disappear in front of the white page, so I just start writing. Anything. Jibberish. Then the thoughts come in .
But with painting? What does one do? Paint anyway? I guess that's what happened...
I started a painting with transfers. They all failed, probably because the hardboard was just melamine, not coated with anything. So after the whole mess dried, I sanded roughly what was left. Since that board was a mess anyway, I thought I'd challenge myself with a color that scares me because it's so strong: Chromacryl cool blue. It was still a bit intense for me, so I pulled some of the colors with a crumbled piece of paper. I added a few napkins with gel medium to get some texture, then more experiments with the alcohol inks. Man, that stuff smells strong. I could get drunk just on the fumes....
Some of the colors came out really lovely. But when all was told, I still thought it looked a bit strong, so I used a light coat of white spray paint. And voila!
While I was at it, I found an older painting that never got anywhere and finished that too.