After the enjoyable ébauche of a painting-in-progress comes the picture that is sketchy from start to finish, l’ébauche pour l’ébauche that you make just because. Indulgent and improvisational, the picture has one stage only, one that celebrates the present tense. I let myself paint without thinking, experiment with no rules, complete freedom and whimsy reign. To have an agenda or not to have an agenda, that is the question. And I ponder if for ten minutes or until the cows come home. My choice.
To work , to rework a surface, whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to lightly glance over the whole image in the most summary and gauzy manner, and by opposing end them. That ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. And snap, the wish is real.
That kind of painting. Been doing it.
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What a dreamy collection – I love the tinge of pinks, like that wonderful sunset feeling 🙂
thank you, Gabe, I like color – the tinge of this and that!