It has been mentioned that I should paint more.
I don’t object to the suggestion…in fact, I find it quite endearing. It’s nice to have fans. (Thank you, Tammy al-Thor.)
The problem remains, though. Painting without a direction most often results in work that has no…reason for being. An exercise. At least in the last century, when charlatans could profit from the ignorance of the age. I’ve never been like that–I wanted my work to have meaning. I wanted it to say something.
Still, with nothing to say, I was motivated enough to start something. Apologies as always for the bad photography, my flash was out of batteries so I relied on the camera’s built-in flash. Here are the paint blobs on a new canvas.
Here’s everything after preliminary smearing around.
I can see bits of things here, but the paint calls to be further spread.
And now, the spreading has finished.
Well, that’s kind of okay. Looks nice.
And here we are at the latest incarnation. Just to reiterate, there is no big white wash in the upper center. That’s the camera flash reflecting off the wet oil. So, you’re really not seeing anything here. Damn, it’s just like a Marvel movie!
Where will this go?
Maybe we’ll know when tomorrow happens.
See you then.