So why then do I struggle so when incorporating color into my art as an adult? My writing is oft-vivid and colorful. I'll tell you why, I over-think. Yesterday as I mixed colors, for the large orbs I chose as my latest collage backdrop, I was listening to cerebral radio; a continuous medley of Addiction, 1983 and the theme song from The Wire: Season One -in any and every imaginable order. The mind was clear and I was living in the far right. Then I stopped, brewed another cup of coffee, stared at the happy colorful orbs as they lay drying and I could feel my eyebrows come together at the center and a nagging tug at the right side of my mouth as my jaw clenched in self-doubt. Meh.
I'm going to give myself one more evening of pondering (and, a glass or ten of Pinot Grigio) before I whip out the matte medium and seal the deal-no pun intended. What creative quagmires have you faced recently?