It is late afternoon and I am listening to Beethoven. The gardens are watered, and though they are filled with weeds and gopher holes, there is promise in them.
I have been working for the last three weeks on totally new art. I am painting with acid on steel canvases. A painting, for me, is more like a novel while my sculptures are like poetry–lyrical and immediate. In my paintings, the narrative is slower, more layered.
I have yet to aquire the skills to work competently in paints. Patina acids are a different story. I have years of experience with them. I know how they will react with each other, the colors they produce cold and hot, how to layer, blend, and achieve a surface at once smooth and full of depth.
So I’ve been playing, enhancing the patinas with paint where necessary and learning how to create a desired finish. My studio is sticky, toxic and totally mesmerizing. I have found myself spending hours looking at these pieces, taking them in and getting lost.
Ideas for sculptures are stacking up, gestating while I learn these new techniques and break myself of my own habits. My vocabulary is growing and I am like my gardens– full of weeds and gopher holes, and the promise of new life.
Glad you’re finding direction after all the contemplation.
Balance is a verb.
Thanks for all your supportive comments DJ. Its a journey isn’t it?
How’s the journey?
Time for you to settle into action again…?
Notice I didn’t say “routine”.
Just action.
Healthy choices come first. Then healthy action.
Lemme know how you are…