June 28, 2012
I’m painting the kitchen. The walls will be white. The colors here are effects of the camera and the photo editing software. But you can see the texture.
This is the blank wall, like the blank sheet of paper. Only this blank sheet is much larger than a sheet of paper and I won’t be putting any pictures onto it — not any permanent ones anyway. I might look at it and imagine my drawings. Or I might daydream about some other summer day. It’s my personal movie theatre upon which I can screen the films I have inside my head as I work.
I think it’s good to imagine something there. To project. And it can be the beginning of the impulse to draw.