Owing to a barbaric travel schedule of late, I have been lurking in a creative wasteland. I attempted to make up for lost time this weekend by tackling two major art projects. Which is a little bit like running a half marathon the day you roll yourself from the couch you've been glued to for the past year. Read: not smart.
|My new-ish mantle|
With that success behind me, I figured I'd try my hand at a project I started 18 months ago. It's been slow-going, but I kicked things into high gear when I bought my very first power tool this weekend! When I last touched this project, I had painted it with three coats of Gesso, and then became completely demoralized from the countless hours spent sanding it by hand. With that memory haunting me, I broke down today and purchased a sander. Buying your first real tool is a little bit like being allowed to drink coffee for the first time -- you just feel so grown up. I really should have stopped there. Emboldened by finding my new inner handyman, I soldiered on, ignoring the instinct to work on it when I'm less tired/more patient/caffeinated.
|The state of my project|
Without going into all of the details, I failed miserably. Fortunately, by the time I failed, it was getting dark, so I reasoned that the neighbors wouldn't like to hear power tools at 5 p.m. on a Sunday night. The picture above illustrates where my project will likely remain for the next 18 months.
And since you can't leave the court on a missed shot, I ended the night with some fun in Photoshop. It was easier than cleaning up my project mess.
If I were a corporation and I needed a new logo, here's what I'd make for myself. Which I did. (Though I'm not a corporation.)