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The above link will lead you to my blog about Sunday, when I painted a mural of the Bubble Nebula in a day, just to prove to myself that I could. It was one of those silly things that you do, one of those things that in the middle of which you find yourself thinking, "Oh my Goddess, what was I thinking?" and the Goddess laughs and dances away, leaving you with the paintbrush in your hand and paint dripping all over the place.
No one but I knew about this plan. After all, if I blew it or ran out of gas before the end of the day, I could just carry on as if I had foreseen having to come back to the store more than once to finish the job.
This also became an exercise in following my Father's advice: "you don't have to draw every damned leaf on the tree" became "you don't have to paint every star in the nebula." By placing this time constraint on myself I prevented myself from getting hung up in the enticing, wispy details of the nebula. I had to fly and create, be an Impressionist, channel Van Gogh, slap the color up there and work it into something beautiful.
I gotta tell you, about an hour into things I really did think, "I am NUTS!" But I kept going, started focusing on the "bubble" and got it to the point where I heard my Father's voice yelling, "STOP RIGHT THERE!". Having made that stride, I was able to build outwards with cloudy ochres and blues.
There is a point where the click is almost audible. Suddenly blobs of color became nebulous wisps of clouds, overlapping the red ochre or blue-black space; dots of white paint become stars. I stepped back and exclaimed, "Booyah!"
Still, I was under the gun...well, my gun. I had reached the bottom third of the mural and was not looking forward to blocking in the rest of the color with a brush. I rocked back on my heels and considered: did I pack it in or did I press forward?
Wait...I had a little roller and paint tray! I pulled them out and dumped some of the colors in the tray, mixed them with the roller and rolled them onto the wall. Success! Soon I had covered the rest of the space and was able to work the color the rest of the way with a brush.
It was a close thing, let me tell you. I was unable to find the energy to finish the sides of the frame (they are not really visible) but the whole thing was finished. I was totally jazzed!
