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"Breakthrough" - Happy New Year!

"Breakthrough"
 



Well, once again it's a New Year and rather than settling on resolutions, I'm trying to pick a word.  This is my first painting of the New Year and the "word", at least for this piece, was "Breakthrough".  

I feel like I'm stumbling this year.  Trying to get creative again after literally months of working on some commission pieces.  I just decided to begin throwing some paint on to this canvas to see what happened.  I wanted to paint a face on this one, originally.  I wanted it to have some kind of deep meaning and value.  This is not what happened.  I just used some intuition and trusted in the process.  This is what happened.  It seemed a dragonfly in the midst of flight was truly a breakthrough of sorts.  I got to be creative without thinking so much about it - without any expectations.  I still feel a little weak in the knees, but I'm ready to get creative again. 

Now I'm ready.  Ready for a New Year and ready for new adventures.  I don't think "Breakthrough" will actually be my "word" for the year, but it's a good start.  Every time I think about my "word", I second guess myself.  I have to think on it a little more.  What is your "word" for the year?  Are you ready for a breakthrough?   

This is a small mixed media piece, 6 X 12, 1.5 deep, constructed on cradle board.  It was layered and painted, using sheet music and various papers.  These photos show the piece before it was resined.  It is now coated with with a glassy resin finish, so there is no need for framing. 

This little "Breakthrough" is available.  Feel free to send me an email with any questions or comments.

saltlightwatercolors@yahoo.com

donnamartinfineart.com

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