When working I try to think about the paint. How it moves, how the color looks when mixed. The process still feels so new , so different. I've been painting for awhile but it is a tenuous and often insecure practice. Leaning closer to drawing here, perhaps. Did begin to forget myself, moving out of my own way. The necessary completion of 100-- really 103 birds ... and now this only seems to have just begun.
Color is so interesting. The mounds of opaque and transparent color. Not the concrete cerebral approach that inhabits the practice of sculpture --- painting is akin to music , yes ... but sometimes a marching band and other times --- like this one maybe the sound of learning the recorder... slow truncated, but trying.
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