Here's a story about how new ideas come about for me. The other day I watched this very funny Buzzfeed video on YouTube. Go ahead and watch it, I'll wait.
Good one, yeah? The first thing that went through my mind was "oh, I know how I would paint that tutu." Aaaaaaaand we're off to the races. Here's the sketch:
It came out pretty much exactly the way I saw it in my head. The first real painting didn't quite cut it, but it's not terrible:
I like the second one better:
There may be a series - I did a few sketches with a Sharpie on scraps of paper and there is potential. And I may be the only one who would get the hilarity behind calling the series Swan Lake in Winter.
So there you go, that should be the end of how a video of bodybuilders trying ballet inspired a painting, but this story has a surprise chapter. While I was enjoying the best part of the Most Wonderful Day of the Year today - that being an extra hour of lying in bed this morning - it suddenly occurred to me that these paintings take me back to my roots. Not my ballerina roots, because I'd have to go back to a previous reincarnation looking for that, but back eight or nine years to my early painting days. Anyone remember this self-portrait? It's my superhero alter ego, and her name is Ping Pow:
Maybe she needs a pink tutu.