I finished several paintings a couple of months ago, but because of one thing and another, I’m behind in posting them. Here is Lost and Found, done in a more impasto style than I usually use. I had a jar of silver paint that was drying up, and the process of trying to use it became very physical as I had to fight with it. I found that rather enjoyable, as the physical struggle became an outlet for some emotions. I let myself be a little looser with things I might normally try to smooth out. I’m liking the end result as well.
This painting was a bit of an exercise in restraint for me. I usually do a lot more layering and marking than in this one, but I really liked the strong contrast between the warm and cool colors. I looked at it for a long time trying to determine what was needed, and it finally told me it was ready to call done.
“Who has not felt at some point amazed at being confined to just one small life, which somehow happens to be one’s own?”
This morning Facebook reminded me that I posted the above quote on my timeline exactly seven years ago today. In light of everything that’s happened since then, I still think these words sum up how I feel about life. Some things have happened in the last few months that have sucked all the air out of the room and made it difficult to feel like working on art is an important use of one’s precious time, but I’ve been doing it all the same and trying not to feel too guilty about it. I’ll post my new work here as I get it photographed.