This is my special little abstract painting. It sits in the secret bunker studio and becomes the repository of odd bits of paint that didn’t get used. I apply them to this panel, as whimsy dictates, rather than wipe them onto the rags that end up in the can.
And this is the top of a drawing of a raisin box (a detail) in a still life. To my mind it has a lot in common with the special little still life despite having a very different history. Delacroix said and experience proves him correct that the artist’s primary subject is himself. This is not about narcissism (though that’s sometimes true as well) instead Delacroix merely observed that artists make all kinds of unconscious choices — from motif, to media, to compositional organization — and these things become the picture, and in an inescapable way what they picture forth is the soul.