I am so impatient. This is a slow process; adding a few strokes, staring a long while, pondering, making judgments, reminding myself that I am not making this for others to judge. This is for me, a search for what I find compelling and a language that is my own. (This one 12x12")
This 2nd image was done before the one preceding it and I like it less. I like the more nuanced, the more ephemeral. But that's today. Each time I go into the studio I find another clue in my search. (8x8")
And then there are the insistences of daily living. Those promises you made. The demands of the body for meals, maintenance; that stuff. You lose the thread.
The next time you enter the studio things have imperceptibly changed. Still you pick up the tools and begin again. Down the rabbit hole.
I don't want to to anything right now but paint.