High Eyes VS Low Hands
Well, time for a lesson on Chinese idioms now — 眼高手低 - high eyes, low hands. I just checked the dictionary, which defines it as “to have high standards but little ability; be fastidious but incompetent�. Ha, what a mean definition, I can barely bring myself to use it to describe myself.
I won’t face that but it’s damned true, just like one of my teachers said. He suggested I should be an art critic rather than a painter, since my eyes were high and meanwhile my hands were pretty low, the distance between them is more far than other people. On the bright side maybe he meant I could tell what a good painting is and what is a combination of canvas and color, but on the other hand . . .
I’ve been working on a batch of paintings recently, and I know what I want, I know the final visual effect that I think is not bad (I am modest), but I always screw them up, regular as clockwork. I did a great job yesterday, then today I destroyed what I made then, then I fixed it, then it got worse until I gave up to sit here and write this useless so-called reflection. I am so useless; the issue is I don’t know how to make what I want happen! What a serious problem. Another issue is I can’t quit, there’s not much fun in the painting process but once you finish one piece you really like, you will be on the top of the world—not many things can make me feel this way.
Ok, stop whining. I have no choice, I have to go back to think over what I can do on the canvas, before that…I was so angry just now, being angry makes me hungry, mad world.
Update: Just tore the paper into pieces and going to start over.
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