It’s pretty much the human condition to think ” if I were God, I would . . . ” Fill in the blank _______ get rid of disease, get rid of evil, make life more fair, make bees not sting, lions not eat antelopes, butterflies and people not die . . .
I should know about knowing better than God. I started with a pretty strong will, a generous dollop of “au contraire” and “you’re not the boss of me” built into my DNA. At some early age, I’m told, I proudly proclaimed, pointing at an ovalish orb, “Water Tack!”
I was corrected with “water tank dear.”
My retort; “Well, I call it WaterTack!”
Sometimes being strong willed has worked out for me, sometimes less than ideally.
But when I make art, I get to play God!
I am the God of my artwork--the CREATOR–the BOSS of my creation. I can do it any way I please. I pick the colors, I pick the medium–I can crumple it up, throw it away, paint over it. I can even leave it as it is with it’s misfortunes and enjoy the hell out of it!
Some smart person once said ” a work of art is never finished, only abandoned.”
I get this.
At some point I consciously do have to say “STOP” to myself.
There’s the temptation to “make it even better”– often pointless, or . . . worse. That last tweak can be the one that unbalances the painting.
“This painting is working Margaret. Let it be,” I often tell myself. I also often violate my own rules. 😉
I LOVE violating rules.