These will be going to New Hampshire in a few weeks. I am still very much in love with painting quilt squares, and as you may have guessed, that's what these are. The whole process is enjoyable to me. To start with a sketch, then move to a painting, and perhaps even eventually to a physical quilt. Or not.
I have been working on these pieces for the past few weeks. The process went from love... to hate... to love.. to loathe... to love, with each of them. Which I have discovered is part of the process. I never felt those polar opposite feelings on quilts or other projects I've done. With my quilts, it either works or it doesn't, and I tend to know that early on. Pushing past that moment of total loathing is somewhat new for me. (You would be surprised at the number of projects that get discarded.) Usually, I hate wasting time on an idea that just isn't clicking, I have no patience for what doesn't feel like its going anywhere. But something about painting and the process of adding the paint layers, over days or even weeks, doesn't make it feel like a hopeless cause in quite the same way. Usually, when it starts looking awful, I know its time to rinse the brushes and call it a night. It always looks at least a little better in the morning sun. And sometimes a lot better.