Day 20: Rooftops of Lisbon
I think it might not get better than this :)
This is the winner. If you’re allowed to call your own paintings winners.
Of course, I’m looking back with the benefit of hind-sight.
I paint these things ahead of the game, so I’m done my #30×30 before we start doing it as a group. (This year it took 17 days actually). It’s the only way I can keep up with the scanning, posting and social networking. Even though I’m asking you to do it! But hey – nothing’s stopping you! I’ve said it before – It’s 30 *consecutive* days – you can fudge WHICH thirty days – within reason :) It wouldn’t hurt to start a little early to avoid the rush at the finish line. One fellow told us he did 30 paintings on the FIRST DAY so he could relax for the rest of the marathon.
Anyway.
Honestly – before I was half way along, I knew this one was special.
I was getting nervous – like – don’t let there be an earthquake or something because this is a miracle.
My brush-work was going down just right. I had the measure of the paper, the perfect humidity.
The painting looks like a puzzle, but it felt like watching someone solve a Rubik’s cube. Like – I wasn’t even doing anything.
A genuine out-of-body-experience.
Musicians talk about getting to the point where they enjoy listening to themselves play. This must be the equivalent.
This is why, looking back after all these years – I really feel it’s not about finding the right teacher or buying the right supplies. Those things help. But so does getting a good breakfast every morning.
It isn’t what your brain knows. It’s what your hands know.
