live from the studio

photo by m.r.

A quick jump into the studio this morning; glazing, layering, building, building, building. I'll come back tonight and hopefully take these beyond. Sometimes people stop by. Not often, but the welcome guest is a respite to life in their simple presence.

There are 7 paintings in play; I am jumping in and out of them like a dance. No thought, no hesitation, only doing; action, decisive and direct.

I'll do an all image post next week, the work is evolving. I've written many times that art is an open act of cultural sedition; all the more so with painting, because it is, it would seem, once again dead. I cannot imagine a better time to paint.

There is very little documentation of me working. I have a friend visiting soon and hopefully we'll change that, for good or ill I'm unsure. Brushes were abandoned a while ago, and now the painting cart is mostly full of implements; some bought and others made. I approach things differently now. A painting must survive to be counted.