Be The Pink

Here is the final picture of woodland creatures. Foxes. You need to see the foxes.

So, clearly this won't do for my gallery's show, but I am content with the look of the thing.

The bottom line for me, is that I've been accomplishing a lot with the paint, looking out my studio windows at the snow, the melt, the trees, the fog, the change in seasons. Then I took the plunge and re-worked several paintings that had been total failures. And now they are not failures anymore. I think I've made some progress in the nitty gritty of how I work the paint, the way I shape the brush strokes, the thickness and thinness of the paint, the choice of brush. I'm not painting carefully and trying so hard. I'm splashing more in that I'm dabbing and working, stating and brushing it out, softening things, re-stating and going again. This is important, this looseness. When I paint a tree, I'm not painting the branches individually, I'm letting the branches emerge from the media here and there and represent the tree, not forensically delineate the individual foliage. I'm also not giving up. I'm going further than I have before to attempt to capture something. I don't know what that is. Painting it is a way of thinking and explore it, wordlessly without grammar and syntax. There is no, “lets put some pink here, la-de-da, that was nice, now some blue”. That's an intellectual exercise. Painting well needs a feeling that comes and whispers in your ear, “I am pink” and I can feel like that pink, be that pink, but only if that pink is there and it is calling to me. Otherwise, I am blue.