the fury of Sundays

I pulled out an abandoned painting from late 2008-early 2009 and played around Sunday morning. What I'm finding with the latest work is that it is far more effective if there is a real painting to begin with. That is to say, the works are actually completed paintings at each stage, but I keep going. There's implicit danger here, the most obvious is indulgence.

Over the past year or so, I've been using everything I can get my hands on to apply and manipulate paint. Bubble wrap, rags, my hands, masonry tools. The work seems very realistic to me, and by that I mean the reality of the painting itself as object. I'm no longer concerned with whether it is perceived as abstract or not. More and more I do not consider myself an abstract painter at all, because I'm not abstracting anything, I'm simply painting from an arbitrary beginning and following the work to its natural conclusion.