I had been doing so much drawing, and those pictures I made yesterday while I was searching for the loose idea made me want to resume this painting of the same motif, which I began last August. When I take up an old painting again, one that I had left in a state of indecision, sometimes I sit there a moment without a clue where to begin. And that was the case today. I scratched my head a bit and afterwards decided to just paint. Start somewhere, that’s my motto. So, that’s what I did.
I like blue so I put some more of it on the sky. Doesn’t sound like a very weighty decision. Not a lot of art theory in it, but damn the torpedoes. I told myself I would paint on the old picture as though it were a blank canvas — if I wanted — that I would simply pick up the brush, choose a color, and put the color there. Choose another and place that one too.
There’s times when you simply act. Don’t think about it too much. It was that kind of day. And I had August in February, too. Let’s not forget that.