The ‘Patron’ paintings and I are South. They will be completed here in the summer, in the back yard, under the sun.
This is a change from the sub-basement I was working in during the short winter days of the North and the long spring days.
What direction will they take here? They look like old paintings. I find myself working on them over and over, layers of glaze and oil and pigment. Until the gesture is right in the figure or fabric or light, the whole picture is whole, working, when I work in this way. Colors such as blues are missing, and reds. Browns, whites, and yellows, and black prevails. The colors of the North, too.
I’ve come home and taking out the old and in with the new. Unpacking slowly, and sorting and repacking for moving on. It’s a good feeling, like sheding a skin, and shaking free.
I may have a showing at the end of July!
