Sometimes, there’s a moment in a painting where everything appears so perfectly balanced and correct that time stops. It makes me skip a breath and stop cold. I am keenly aware that the painting isn’t finished but I am frozen with fear to continue. What if I disturb this balance? What if I can never achieve this supposed perfection again?
This has happened to me a few times in the last couple of weeks and I have wondered what if I just stop and don’t continue. Will I still believe in this mythical perfection after a few days of gazing at the canvas? The painting above I stopped and haven’t touched it for a while. The jury is still out. I don’t feel compelled to paint yet but at the same time it doesn’t seem complete. I wonder where this will lead.