Whenever I get scattered and unsettled about painting, I choose florals as a subject. Flowers are my least favorite thing to paint because of all the little busy forms and because I never seem to compose the rectangle in an interesting way. Painting something to which I have little attachment seems a better idea than painting something important while I am feeling this discombobulated. I can be crabby and distracted, say to myself "WTH" and not care about results. The painting muscle gets exercised, regardless, because really it is all the same thing: shape, color, value, edges.
Sooner or later most (figurative) painters will do florals, but IMHO it takes a master to do them well. So having few expectations about my own floral endeavors can be liberating. I just hope I get out of this funk soon.
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