during the last week or so, I have been more in my painting life, which has felt just perfect, thank you. Today, I was working away on one painting, thinking it would be nice to have some more dense areas on either side to compress the space more into the center…. if you’re a visual person, you’ll understand what I mean….and at the end of the day, put up a diptych that I had been conceiving as having a congested tangle of vines in the background of the center linking the two halves and making what felt like a counter movement to the rest of the work.
Well, come to find out, I had switched the two pieces, and they really linked up better with the busier, denser places on the far left and right side now. Then the center is the open space. Still in a somewhat early stage, but …
WAY BETTER! Who knew? But it was a nice serendipitous moment. The kind that comes when you are just acting on impulse… the good kind.
Which version do you like? It’s early in the working life of this piece, so I expect lots of changes!
I am counting up the number of times that my studio has been in the proximity of sudden downpours/floods/roof leaks…. and I think it’s about 5. At least three in the current location.
One of the perks of working in a historic building is the unique character of the place… real brass fittings on the casement windows, old marble in the bathroom, high ceilings, solid plaster and stone walls… it used to be the post office….
but…. the downside of working in a historic structure is that you never know when something is going to go haywire.
Just a couple days ago, an air conditioning unit on the roof blew a compressor, and consequently leaked water into the rooms below, and into the basement level as well.
I’m down the hall and dodged it.
A few years ago, the bathroom right behind my studio had a pipe burst- and water went into my neighbor’s studio, soaked the floor, and also poured into the main gallery below… my studio . . . nada.
The back stairway has leaked, another earlier AC leak went into the rooms next to my former spot in the building, even the 100 year flood, when I rented a space across town, and the rain poured down a driveway and under my door-
only an inch of water to mop up- but no big problems.
I am like a cat with 9 lives, only they are keeping me and my work dry so far.
(knockin on wood here)
Started a couple new pieces yesterday- really just a few lines with paint to get me in the mode to jump in.
I’m busy finishing up the last two remaining large ones, thinking I’ll be home more after my husband gets his heart valves worked on this summer. Now, since it’s so hot, I’m going to go find some water …. to jump into!