Kitchen Canvas

March 9th, 2008

When I was trying to decide what color to paint my kitchen, I went through 13 sample-size jars trying to find just the right color. Meadow View, Mellowed Ivory, Georgian Green, Sag Harbor Gray, Cr0wn Point Sand, Weston Flax, Champagne Dreams — one delicious hue after another. I played with the color–laying down swaths of it on one of the walls, comparing, labeling, whistling while I worked. I knew it wasn’t permanent so it wasn’t “serious.” I loved my impromptu canvas so much that I was a little sad when the final color covered it up. It’s such a contrast with the way I approach drawing or making paintings in my sketchbooks. I freeze up because I’m worried that whatever I do won’t measure up…to what? I’m always trying to stay inside some invisible lines I’ve drawn around my imagination and my life. When I finally set up the table easel a friend gave me for Christmas, I’m going to pretend I’m just painting the kitchen wall.

One Response to “Kitchen Canvas”

  1. Anonymous says:

    “I knew it wasn’t permanent so it wasn’t ‘serious.'” Ohmigod. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe that’s why there is so little whistling and sense of play in my endeavors. To be more honest, maybe that’s why I postpone most projects. I mistakenly believe that what I do is somehow permanent and so I must get it right. I like the idea of approaching projects as temporary – as simply trying out some colors – but even as I write that, I’m already thinking, “What if I don’t get it right?”