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| painting start, day 1, afternoon, 4/18/20 24 x 48" canvas |
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| day1, detail |
Showing posts with label intuitive start. Show all posts
Showing posts with label intuitive start. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
24x48, Day 1
May my lived experience with Finding God boost my courage as I start fresh with a new piece. If nothing else, I've begun in the same impulsive impatient manner, by activating the canvas before fully pulling off the plastic wrap!
Friday, December 14, 2018
Jumble
Jumble bells, jumble bells, jumble all the way.
Or something like that.
So much calling out for my attention, daylight hours diminishing by the day, tasks started but not completed, plans leapfrogging other plans, studio time disjointed—jumble all the way, I tell ya!
Apropos of nothing, and with unfinished paintings to the left of me, unfinished paintings to the right of me, here's what I started painting today, letting my inner jumble out onto a large sheet of paper.
Or something like that.
So much calling out for my attention, daylight hours diminishing by the day, tasks started but not completed, plans leapfrogging other plans, studio time disjointed—jumble all the way, I tell ya!
Apropos of nothing, and with unfinished paintings to the left of me, unfinished paintings to the right of me, here's what I started painting today, letting my inner jumble out onto a large sheet of paper.
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| marks, scribbles |
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| leftover paint from previous projects |
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| work in progress |
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Don't Fence Me In
You know how I can fuss for surprising amounts of time with twenty square inches of postcard real estate?
Today's studio adventure, a Valentine to myself, so to speak:
• one thousand seven hundred twenty-eight square inches (equivalent to 86 postcards),
• twelve minutes, and
• a large dose of happy-go-lucky-devil-may-care.
Today's studio adventure, a Valentine to myself, so to speak:
• one thousand seven hundred twenty-eight square inches (equivalent to 86 postcards),
• twelve minutes, and
• a large dose of happy-go-lucky-devil-may-care.
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| layer #1, work in progress 2.5x4 feet, with a 4x5" postcard for perspective |
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Slapstick 12/12/17
I have 'rules' for my Slapstick inquiry.
And gosh-darned if I don't break 'em almost every time I set foot in my studio.
Not by design or out of I'll-show-you contrariness but because, I think, as I reflect back on the most recent series of six pieces, I gave myself a starting place and then trusted the emerging process.
The trusting wasn't conscious.
But I think I yielded in some way, let myself take one step and then another and another whether rule-compliant or not.
I created a launch pad, I kept showing up, my art met me halfway, and our collaboration unfolded—unevenly and with jockeying for position, but nonetheless unfolding through some mysterious force of its own.
To happy effect in this case.
And gosh-darned if I don't break 'em almost every time I set foot in my studio.
Not by design or out of I'll-show-you contrariness but because, I think, as I reflect back on the most recent series of six pieces, I gave myself a starting place and then trusted the emerging process.
The trusting wasn't conscious.
But I think I yielded in some way, let myself take one step and then another and another whether rule-compliant or not.
I created a launch pad, I kept showing up, my art met me halfway, and our collaboration unfolded—unevenly and with jockeying for position, but nonetheless unfolding through some mysterious force of its own.
To happy effect in this case.
