Here is another view of one of the sculptures from Northerly Island in Chicago. I don't like it. I consider it unfinished, but in addition to not liking it, I don't want to finish it either. The problem I have with this image is the paper is only 90 pound. And I am hard on paper, as I am hard on clothing and shoes. I fidget and tap dance. I run when I should walk. I climb on rocks in leather-wrapped heels as the spirit moves me. I carry good handbags in the rain and wear suede jackets on boat trips. I'm sloppy with food. I brutalize watercolor paper. I layer and layer the paint until I'm satisfied. I get coffee on it. I like saturation with lots and lots of color. I use pastels on wet paper. Lightweight stock pills and looks tattered given this abuse.
My other issue today is that I haven't been very productive for a few days. Creativity comes in spurts and fits. For those of you who thought doing a painting per day was ambitious, you were correct. Too ambitious. There are other topics for me to blog about, and I intend to post some days without artwork. The past two days, I just didn't know what to say, and so I was silent. If you are following this blog, bear with me. It may be drivel, but I promise if it is, it was an accident and that I will do my best not to bore you.
You sound angry
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