Does this ever happen to you… you bring some piece of work home and it gets stored, and then you bring it out, and it gets the thrashing it deserves?
I think I’ve been mulling over the work that I did this past year or so, and feeling like it lacked some kind of courage or freedom… like everything was too controlled and contrived. Starting a new painting in a new environment (see previous post) ie: my basement…. I am probably now being influenced by the fact that I have more physical space to move around in. Maybe before, I was thinking about being “tasteful” or something equally insidious…
Can’t quite put my finger on it, but I either need to start over, and get a new direction, or give this one a bit more ooomph! So I went and started painting into it again…. not a new phenomenon- I am historically someone who reworks things … alot.
I think I miss the sinister, moody and seductive qualities of my earlier industrial paintings.
And maybe there’s a way to find that but with vines/botanical instruments, we’ll see.
I want to try and get back to just painting what interests me, not what I think will appeal to anyone else. Now that I have a stretch of the summer with no commitments, it could happen.