Painting is coming back to me. College in the mid 80's was the only time in my life I devoted large amounts of hours to painting on a weekly basis. I had forgot how to paint. I didn't know this until I really started in on this series of paintings. My materials have changed. Today I use a store bought medium instead of making it myself. I work smaller on gessoed panel not stretched canvases that were of a size that they could double as a sail for a boat. My brushes are smaller to be in proportion to the smaller surfaces.
It all boils down to time. P=mc2. Painting is time and space. I don't do gallery work for my living. I'd like to, but it takes a while to find your audience (collectors) and I've fucked around too long and now I have a late start.
I've enjoyed every moment so far of prepping for my show. Especially the time I've put in painting again. I'm getting to the point of being able to map out in my mind how to get to the finish of my paintings before I've picked up a brush.
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