Tide Pool Revisited

I’m one of those people who can’t just leave well enough alone.

If I create something and am not just thrilled with the results, it will bother me.  I can’t just shelve it and walk away from it.  I have to hide it on the shelf – so I can’t see it and be reminded of my dissatisfaction with it.  Either that, or work on it until I am either a) thrilled with it, or b) hate it even more.

This can be a real dilemma sometimes.  If I’m not thrilled with it a ‘LOT’, there’s not much at stake…if I’m not thrilled with it just a ‘little bit’ …then it can be an issue.

I’d like to think this behavior stems from having perfectionist tendencies; but I’m afraid it stems more from simply being a bit obsessive compulsive.

Case in point: Tide Pool (from the other day).  I liked it ok...just felt it wasn’t finished and wasn’t sure what it needed.  To be honest, I’m still not sure its finished or if it still needs any thing more…but at least I feel I’m moving in the right direction with it.

Let’s just say – if I do end up shelving it – it will at least be visible on the shelf.

For now anyway.

Any thoughts?

Sound of the Sea

The Sound of the Sea

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain’s side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Sound of the Sea’ is one of my encaustic pieces.