good morning everybody! i woke up feeling great and full of energy today. the despondent lethargy of yesterday has left me, thank goodness. seriously. because i've got a lot to tend to and those odd, out of nowhere moods slow me down.
it's a grey morning but i'm thankful for it. it's been horribly hot the past 5 or so days which makes jogging extra torturous. inga actually laid down in the car yesterday when we finished. poor little girl dog. and i felt a bit nauseated too. too much heat and hot and horrible unforgiving sun. i left southern california for a variety of reasons, 100+ degree weather being one of them. gross.
today's a day for black paint. today's a day for building strong shadows. today's a day for slow dancing and a careful hand. now that i'm solely working on large-scale canvasses, precision has strangely become even more important. you'd think a large canvas would be a bit more forgiving, increase the forgiveness for errors but no. they are less forgiving. the visibility of a mistake increases with the size of the canvas and brush you're using, for sure. i'm used to buzzing through canvasses at such a rapid fire pace that it's taking some time to get used to the slow(er) moving nature of making big paintings. i'm having to practice patience. i'm having to let go and lose myself in the process and not think about how long it takes. i got too accustomed to my little square paintings- all 10" x 10" or 12" x 12". i finished a few paintings a week working that small and i do miss the feeling of being so highly, annoyingly prolific. but that work was about intimacy and smallness. and though this work definitely has an intimate element to it, it's not at all about smallness. it's about people being silenced, forced to be unseen, a strict, unwanted anonymity, histories that were excluded and untold... and those issues are anything but small.
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