The Poet, IV; mixed media on cradled wood panel, 24 x 24 x 1.75. You can see a fuller description here.
I took the day off yesterday, and spent it in my studio painting this. I’ve found it difficult to think lately –– specifically in terms of what happens next, creatively, or what I should do next. The things I have the capacity to imagine. How much effort and discipline I will bring to bear. If I am being honest.
There is always the matter of what I want to do versus what I want to do.
And while this is going on I still need to work. So I simplify things, meaning I just make paintings. Not art objects or fussy smaller pieces. I mean big works, on wood: the kind I bind to the easel, and do some violence to with corrupted brushes. The iconic nature of the imagery seems to come easily from that.
It’s summer. We’ll see how this goes, and where I end up.