Ahhh…the artist’s whiny inner voice. Maybe you don’t have one? I do. It’s the foot-stamping, tantrum-instigating voice of lunacy that tells us the current work we’re doing is nothing less than genius and deserves to be in a museum RIGHT NOW, in spite of the obvious fact that it’s lukewarm crap.
The face above is my latest “masterpiece.” It’s still sitting in the Sketchbook app on my iPad. I know it’s objectively not great, probably not good, maybe bad, and certainly not worth being seen in public. But I can’t trash it. Can’t force myself, at least while the whining’s at peak volume.
There’s something about it that might be worth saving; it’s not all bad. But each time I change it I un-change it. It’s still too precious, this masterpiece, to fiddle with (according to that pesky inner voice).
So it sits, clogging the workspace of the app.
I’m done for the day. The face gets to stay overnight. Maybe I’ll save it to use as a template for something else. A painting? Or – better yet – a cut paper assembly or a collage. Another masterpiece!
Or maybe I’m just trying to avoid trashing it…