Painting without precision

Every so often I have one of those eureka moments and a new burst of creative technique gushes forth. Well, in this case, not so much new technique just a sudden feeling of comfort about applying paint. I so often struggle with my often overwhelming need to neaten my art. I do so love the precision of black lines and the delicate blending of colours, but also I admire very much that messier style of abstract art which comes across with so much energy and spontaneity. I find that very hard to do.. being the perfectionist that I am. So the last three pieces that I painted are an achievement for me. They are not precise and they are much more hap-hazard than normal and I love them. I am hoping they will sell well too because I really want to explore this style more. That is the one thing I dislike about making my living from art. I find that what I paint is very much dictated by what sells. I would love to throw caution to the wind and paint absolutely whatever I wanted but bills have to be paid and a certain business like attitude must prevail sadly. Not that it is a big problem. Mostly what I love to paint sells well so that's OK then. Fingers crossed for these three!

Red Herring

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