It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas. -- Paul CezanneThat's how I felt this weekend when I began the mosaics retreat in a rustic setting overlooking the foggy Pacific. Groaning tables of tiles, glass, shards of china, rocks, pebbles and various other materials called to us while the blank canvas loomed. I arrived with a half-baked concept using a sun-face and a bright piece of china with grapes and leaves ... both oversized for the 12"x19" canvas ... and it got worse by the minute. While my fellow mosaic makers were gathering materials, sketching and diving into their projects, I was sinking into the dark place of judgment. The more I futzed with it, the worse it got. The women around me seemed to be in high gear while I was stuck and stayed that way till giving up and going to bed.
Somewhere, somehow, in the middle of the night, I realized I wanted a tree even though it wouldn't fit the scale of the sun-face ... and the grapes had to go. So, I started and one step led to the next and the blank canvas slowly became the finished piece shown here
Tomorrow, when I've caught up on my sleep, I'll post a link to a gallery of pieces from the retreat. The diversity was stimulating and inspiring.