Day 1: Distraction--Progression of a Painting
This was not the first night of work but it was the first
night that I began to document what I was doing. Earlier,
I walked all over the canvas (I tend to work on the floor)
and then traced my footprints and handprints with charcoal.
I lied down on the canvas and traced my body, diagonally.
Then, I divided up the canvas into squares and filled some
of them in with different colors of paint -- kind of like
the Partridge family bus or a Mondrian painting. Both of which
I really donŠt like. What I did like was that I got very loopy
from all the turpentine in my basement studio. Probably not
a good long-term health improvement, but it was fun for the
short-term. Of course, it didnŠt hit me until a few hours
later over my second glass of wine in a friendŠs living room
why I had been so happy before.
I had been having a very rough 24 hours. A good friend of
mine told me she was leaving the city.
Surrounded by my paintings and having just done Open Studios
and constantly getting great support from friends and family,
I realized that it was all meaningless in the end. What if
I did ever actually get famous or make a lot of money but
didn't have anyone to share it with? You can love a piece
of art but you canŠt wake up next to it in the morning. Well,
you can, but not my kind of art.
Go back, go
forward, or start over.