Long ago, as with many novice painters, I was a little intimidated by my canvas. I plopped my subject down in the middle, and filled in a background. At the time I was very pleased with my efforts. Now they look like floating heads to me (thirty plus years on…)
As time went on, I started to frame my subjects reaching to the edges of the canvas. For awhile, I liked painting tiny animals – like a puss-moth caterpillar, or a sea slug from the deep ocean near Norway – on large canvases.
Then my animals began to spill outside the borders of the canvas.
And I went up close with my fascination with their patterns.
I find it enjoyable now to use every inch of canvas whichever way I want. Painting bigger is way more fun than painting small. If you think about it, that’s not a bad metaphor for life.