Out of My Head
For at least a year and a half, I have been working on the newest series of paintings, mostly without painting the paintings. I have completed four of them, but there have been countless visuals imprinted on my mind, and they are now more ready to be released (out of my head). I will begin on the next large canvas next week, but today I found myself so anxious to tackle an idea, that I pulled a prepped canvas out of the stack and worked like fire… brushes blazing. I have recently assigned a modicum more of meaning to this series, and it tickles the idea of identity crisis. It just feels like we are in a phase of reestablishing some core defining features, and this is when we’ll get worse before we get better (it feels as personal as it does universal). Anyways, the puzzled pieces of us are trying hard to make it all work, to assemble a cohesive whole to inhabit… These are strange times, indeed.