Picture and lighting woes tonight, but no matter. The studio time is becoming more concentrated as my wife's rehearsal season begins. I'm in here fewer nights a week, but the time is imbued with urgency and focus. My need for proper lighting is becoming acute as I break into the final case of canvases. The night is still and windless and there is a quiet that is oddly comforting. This work suffers in photo translation, but these blog posts are, and have always meant to be shorthand.
I'm waiting for the last half dozen or so to dry, there is little else I can do. I'll begin the final ten in the coming evenings, and then it is time to continue with the journey. My former professor hooked me up with with Prussian blue on Sunday morning; a life-saving act that facilitated one of the best of the series so far. Things are shifting, yet there is a cohesion to this body of work that is notable, -especially given the number of paintings. It truly feels as though I have found my voice.
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