During the last several months my schedule has become one of almost constant interruption so I’ve been tinkering constantly with ways of trying to hold onto ideas. Last paintings that I tried stalled because just as I get “fired up” I have to stop and turn my attention elsewhere. For a time I was hardly painting, taking refuge in drawing (admittedly NOT a bad refuge) and other things (reading, study).
Well, I still have a large partly begun canvas on the easel — and I’m NOT giving up on it. Far from it. But I did sit myself down one day and gave myself a heart-to-heart talking to (I find that an integrated personality is highly over-rated). I decided — or me, myself, and I decided — that any painting is better than none.
What’s more I have tons of materials left over from some old projects that I no longer need for their original intended use. I decided that I was going to crank out something. Whatever it was, some of it was going to be fast and free.
It’s better to be painting than not painting. It is better to be making line and color decisions than no decisions at all. I decided that I’d rifle through old photos — better working from photos than not working at all — and I was going to paint whatever I could — whatever I wanted to — I was throwing caution to the winds.
Needless to say, I’m beginning to really have fun. And I’m getting more jealous of my painting time than formerly. Sometimes I’ve got fifteen minutes.
By golly, I whip out the brushes. Fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes!