In the eighth grade I took a career assessment test that determined I would do well in high crisis jobs, like being a paramedic. I don't normally panic in stressful situations. In the medical field, I can see how this is handy, but, as an artist, I rarely find myself having to make quick, imperative decisions. Enter Saturday, late evening at my work desk. I was nearly finished with a new mixed media piece and just had a few more details to add. I needed a minuscule amount of blue and noticed that the paint bottle was clogged. I was tired and impatient, so instead of digging out the dried up paint, I gave the bottle a good squeeze. (You can see where this is going.) Phthalo blue bursts out of the bottle across my desk and art work!
After the initial disbelief and feeling of utter stupidity passed, I realized there was no use in crying over spilled milk, or paint in this case. There were two options: either let the paint dry or wipe it up as quickly as possible. As you can see from the photo, I opted for the latter. I proceeded to salvage the work the next day. This is what it looks like now.
I'm pretty happy with it, but the test prints have not turned out at all. The subtle color changes in the sky are not showing up on the prints. I'm thinking about adding a blue hue to the border and darkening the sky.
Until I figure out what to do next, I decided to at least use part of the composition to create new business cards and notecards.
My husband says that the moral of the story is to make lemonade out of lemons. I say, don't squeeze the clogged paint bottle!