It’s tough to get close to creating something wonderful and then mess up, no matter what it is. We beat ourselves up, we “waste time”, we throw out something that could have been so beautiful.
When I realized a large vase of flowers I was working on wasn’t going to make it, I decided to gesso (paint over it in white) and re-use the canvas for another painting. Lately, however, I’ve been falling in love with just whiteness over all the textures and wonderful details of the layers beneath. I spent hours just playing with white paint over this ruined painting – and painting and un-painting to reveal treasures underneath.
I’ve come to believe that there isn’t such a thing as “wasted time”. That it’s just a (sometimes painful) time to learn.
To fill the space that follows with play, experiment, and lightness gives a break, a forgiveness, and usually something gorgeous emerges. Even if it takes a little longer than I wish.