I was painting the other day, the first canvas that I’ve stretched and primed in a long time. When I lifted it up, it was warped. My heart sank. But I let it lie flat, knowing that canvases live a bit. When I returned to the studio, the next day, the canvas stayed flat when I lifted it. Yay!
A couple of days ago, I noticed the canvas is wonky, leaning to one side. Again, I let it simmer for a few days.
But today, I took a deep breath and started to deconstruct the canvas, removing the staples and loosening the canvas.
You know, I would so prefer being perfect.
But if there is one thing I’m learning, these days, it is how to be a beginner. Just start again, implement what you’ve learned, keep on doing. In a way, I think we are all beginners, because each moment in life is all new, never before encountered.
So I’ll settle for being able to stand behind my work. This canvas had taught me so much today.
I found a place in the studio where I can press my canvases into shape.
I finally found use for this ruler.
I did so much deep breathing while tightening and stapling this challenging baby back into place. While I worked I thought about all those days, changing diapers. Stretching canvas is also a labor of love and ultimately, not at all about me.
It is about honoring my painting, my handiwork and the client who is going to buy this painting.
The painting is a tribute to the soul nourishing music of Alexi Murdoch.
Wishing you a great week. <3