Fun & Work

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Behind the finished paintings are lots and lots of drawings and sketches and what not.  It’s all fun, except for when it’s not.  But even when it’s not fun — if not fun in the right now — it’s fun later.  I don’t think that has anything to do with art — that’s more about just living.  Eckhart Tolle has some interesting ideas on the subject ….

What I mean, though, is that in my paintings I have ideas about what I want, but I don’t always know how to get there.  In my indecisive states, I turn to my tools and make lots of trials.  Since I often paint from life, it means sitting in front of the things and simply making color/drawing decisions.

Let’s put this here.   Could as easily start with it being there, but here seems good.  What if it’s this big. Okay, if it’s this big then that thingy is that big.  (I think.)  I believe it’s this color.  Oops, no it’s more a fill-in-the-blank (cooler, darker, lighter, warmer, bluer, etc.) And so on, and so on.

I have begun thinking of them as rehearsals.  Sometimes they’re even casting calls.  Sometimes an object just isn’t working out … (So sorry, seashell, you’ve been great in other pictures but … um … you’re just not right for this one.  Sorry.  I’ll call you!)

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Anyway, there are many versions of things.  They end up in all stages of finish or unfinish.  They help me think.

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New Directions

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I have been painting exclusively with acrylic paint lately and I have fallen in love with the medium as never before.  The medium seems different to me now — more full of possibility than I ever realized.  And the painting above, in particular, has made me crazy with joy.  I cannot explain it.  I don’t know that it would affect anyone else similarly, but for me it’s like a path leading in a wonderful new direction.

It’s a small painting, measuring just 20 x 16 inches.

Maybe it’s because it seems to move (somewhat) in the direction of my old hero Pierre Bonnard.  But there’s more to it than that — reasons that are impossible to put into words.  It reminds me of my childhood … somehow.  But it also looks like “the future.”  It’s as though I knew what “the future” is — and it has a hint of this — whatever this is.

It’s something to do with the yellow.  I know that.  It’s like sunlight in landscape.  This is still life, but landscape is there too.  Crazy talk.  The exact color scheme is impossible to capture in photography (as is always true in art).  I am not sure whether it’s even finished.  The still life is still on the table so I can work on it some more.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s just my painting, the one that for mysterious reasons makes me so glad.