Enjoying making a series at the moment. Loose work. Working primarily from found images. It is cathartic and the work is really interesting. No particular perameters that I am paying attention to. Something struck me, making this one, in relation to using paint. It can become stuck trying to become an intention. The need to bring it back, scrape it off, re-work regarding all of my intentions and at the same time, none of them. No perception of where I am heading but stopping when it feels like I have got there. Targets are simple: to paint a picture in a sitting. Gives it urgency and stops the changing of a mind related to a different day and time (everything is different tomorrow). It must all relate to the now, however flimsy or opaque.
There is a need to disregard the last painting. You fall out of love with it, but the mistake is to think you can revive this lost love by re-application. Too many a ruined work...
Not sure about colours. Naturally revisiting work without ruining it. Interested in both responding to what is seen and what appears through given time. It is difficult to know and sometimes am too grumpy which creates a wall. Probably need to keep taking risks even at the expense of the work. There is too much of the mediocre for fear of obliteration. Better to risk losing than to settle for less. There is a natural limit, better visited on different occasions with some natural trepidation. Letting things alone, but still paying them attention. Time to think is undervalued. Mad activity as if the end of the world is tomorrow. Taking time to experience process without fear of faliure. Sometimes things just don't work out; the need to understand this is important as to obliterate agendas. Learning to allow discomfort, the invisibility and demands of the self, intuition and time for development.
