I was trolling through jpegs and came across the middle image as a work in progress. I had a sudden twinge of regret that I continued working on it, even though I like where it wound up. It didn't last long at this stage. I snapped this iphone pic, went inside and within an hour had such a strong urge to "fix" the painting that I couldn't even leave it that way overnight. I'm kind of wishing I had left alone, or I rather I should say, I'm intrigued with the seemingly empty gray-blue space. I'm now questioning why I don't let large expanses of empty space simply be, and wondering if it this is similar to having a hoarding mentality, except that I hoard color and brushstrokes that form things.
Sleight of Hand, 2010
It's too bad these are not three separate paintings. That would have been genius had I realized the title beforehand, but alas I did not.
To be continued...
4 comments:
For me, they ARE three different paintings.
I know. A few more photographs and I could have a solo show.
I want to correct it again and try to bring it back. Perfectly happy until I came across the middle image. Risky business.
I think I know what I'll be doing this evening: resurrecting it, killing it or angsting about it.
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