Yesterday was a trying day.... It's like hitting a wall. You get so caught up in it... you begin to think you are the only creative soul out there that gets stuck at these walls. They are a bit like the 5 stages of grief. The first is of course the excitement of a new piece, the fun the play, the laying color on top of color stage. Then the holy crap what is this mess I made....omg. Put it in the burn pile stage. And that is where I spent a good part of the day. The only way through it... is surprisingly enough not to give in and take a seat and watch a good movie that I have dvr'ed. Or taking Gonz for a walk, though that one does help. You can't give into the fear. Fear can not drive the process... though sometimes it likes to ride shotgun. The only way through it is dive right in and work my way through it. It is as Elizabeth Gilbert stated in ways better than I ever could.... It was a shit sandwich day. You really do have to love what you do and have enough faith that you can turn this "mess" around to keep going.
And it helps to know every once in a great while that you can make a piece that is beautiful enough that it can be trucked off to a lovely gallery like Gallery13. or any of the galleries I'm lucky enough to be in.