I started this piece a couple years ago and walked away from it because it was too bright. Too much. I felt like it was punching me in the face every time I got it out of my sewing bag. There's only so much abuse I take from inanimate objects, so I chucked it into timeout.
Recently I heard the call of its Lisa Frank colors and decided to revisit it. It was about halfway done, and I sat down with it during one of those lulls we all get where there isn't a morsel of creativity to be found.
I ended up finishing it in one sitting. I'm not afraid to admit that sometimes what I create isn't what I thought it was going to be. Sunrise colors don't always create a sunrise!
There are quite a few artists that influence my work, and always at the top of that list is Lisa Frank. For better or worse, she is one of the reasons I love color so much.
I just realized Lisa Frank may also be the reason I love golden retrievers so much. 😂
This piece feels like taking a peek into my ten-year old self. Blinding, ferocious energy lacking any kind of direction, aiming for sun, waiting a touch too long, but happy to sop up the remaining light.
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