I had a conversation with my friend Brian yesterday. Wondering why we keep going: are we crazy or just making art. It it becomes easy, it isn’t worth continuing. It’s the challenge that makes it interesting.
So now my work keeps changing. I picked up a couple of paintings from last summer’s exhibit at the Jo Beale Gallery. I hadn’t even remembered what they looked like. No photos; no memory. I was surprised. One of them is now very different. Reworked, or you might say, continued, more work on it. I’m really getting into the bold, heavy lines, lines that come and go, that overlap and redefine. It’s still challenging.