Just got in from studio and too fumed out to think...so not too many words to post. Been thinking more about movement and silence (going back to that inadvertent water feature
in my studio a few months back when Steven LaRose asked what I thought about while staring at that pool of water). Metaphorically, I like the time between dusk and dawn - the closing of one day and the beginning of another, tying in what Krishnamurti says in his essay, On Death
, about dying a daily death as a way to see with fresh eyes.
Here are a few landscape studies I made in the last 2 days. Ashes asked if I used photos. No, they are all imaginary places, based on a mix of intuitive moving of paint and happy accidents I gladly take credit for. Excuse the badly lit, glarey shots. Currently reviving all the failed canvases in the studio and those scavenged from the trash in our building (my studio is right next to the garbage bins). No more buying of fresh new supplies for the moment, just going to concentrate on fresh new eyes.click to enlarge.