I begin a painting with a series of mistakes. The painting comes out of the correction of mistakes by feeling.
Good evening. I’m posting a new drawing from today, because the painting I have worked on the past three days is a disaster. I’m trying to find some measure of consolation from the Motherwell quote that he began paintings with a series of mistakes–that has not been my way, but it certainly is how this recent work is going. Maybe tomorrow I will find a way to correct it (and then post it!).
A three-day weekend greets me and the timing couldn’t be better. Winter weather may be settling into my area tomorrow. The logs are stacked, the fireplace is ready, and I’ll light the fire if the temperatures get back down to where they belong this time of year (above 60 degrees today, unbelievable). The bottle of cabernet sauvignon has been opened and I’m ready to pour my first glass while watching a movie on Georgia O’Keeffe that I just acquired (Joan Allen, Jeremy Irons).
Thanks for reading. I hope I’ll have some decent art to post over the weekend. For what it’s worth, I did enjoy the tree drawing of this day.