mardi 29 janvier 2013
detail. oil on wood. from A Man and his friends. 130x130cm.
Painting a head (my head) is preparing to fail. I begin with a mixture of optimism and trepidation and experience frustration, imagine that the work is progressing and realize that it is not. I can't give up although I so often want to, so it is scraped down, restarted. It is all I can do and I cannot stop.
My painting is a fluid process.
I don't have an identifiable goal. It develops, sometimes well, sometimes not. Along the way there are reverses of fortune and re-workings; some areas that hold on until quite late succumb and I paint over these areas wondering why I held on to them for so long. The photo record shows where the painting might have stayed, where it has disappeared: stasis is not my wish, not yet. I can always think of an addition, an erasure. I feel forced into rebuilding the image, moving towards a conclusion which maybe hours or months away and sometimes years.
Painting is thinking.
oil on canvas. 50x50cm.
photo collage. 10x10cm
photo collage. 10x12cm.
lundi 28 janvier 2013
dimanche 27 janvier 2013
jeudi 17 janvier 2013
winter/spring/winter. oil on canvas. 80x80 cms.
Which is just how it has been, in the land as much as in my studio. I had mentioned that I was working on something else and this has been scraped down so many times as I tried to do more with less - though I might have just ended up with less - and juggled thoughts about the difference between thinking about paint and thinking in paint. I have to put this away now because I have already made big changes to another recent painting .The back and forth between the two has been a head-ache so it was a welcome change to go out into the snow today before returning to stoke up the stove and get back into Mr. Elkins.