Painting as I see it.
I do not think about it, but since I paint on an easel, my work is affected by gravity, drips and washes that roll downhill. It’s a painting with a force not usually paid attention to. Even after the whiplash nonsense going on in the world, the gravity will still be tugging along.
There are so many forces working on or against us. I started this painting on the ground, to defy the force of gravity. But my knees didn’t like the bending and leaning. So it’s back on the easel. This is an early stage.
The flags have been at half staff for most of this year. It’s an unusual day to see them waving proudly.
Buzzards.
Acrylic on translucent Yupo. Looks good attached to a window.
My life feels like a broke ass ladder, emerging from the goo, one more time. Surely beats being stuck in the goo.
I am not patient, and I rush my paintings. But I’m getting better. I let this one “simmer” like soup. Then you taste it, adjust spices, and it is your soup. The title is Feel the Breath, tho in meditation I’m supposed to follow the breath.
Trying to capture or glimpse a bit of my life, which took an unpleasant turn this week. I removed the block at the top of the ladder, and added more bent rungs. The fog is still too blue, I think. I have found Zinc White is more subtle than Titanium. But do I need subtle, or bold?
I’ve been working on this large canvas for awhile. 46”x54”. I’ve been thru a lot of illness and pain for the last 6 years, and now I am better. I could tell you many things that are in here, but if explanation is necessary, I have not made a painting, yet.
So much pollen this spring!
