studio, January 2016
Burnt umber beneath, warming, glowing. Artifacts within the painting's layers, never fully seen, yet altering perception through presence. I've cleared walls, moved the large paintings to a corner. The black gets applied next week, smooth and flat. New canvases coming. Building, building.
Work to cities far away. Cities near at last taking notice? It will all come at once, except when it doesn't. Farther out, further, without the limitations and unconcerned about the judgements any more.
Flow, groove, work. The tide is rising.
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