Dear,
I’m thinking about the progress of the work. Painting has this quality where, unlike digital art, the history of a piece remains only in photographs (if one bothers to take them along the way). I think about the early stages, when the canvas is still half-raw, just an underpainting. Sometimes I get the feeling that such a stage is worth more than a surface that’s been 100% polished. I’m very fond of the rawness of sketches.
Nonetheless — the final state of a work is also pleasing to the eye. And that is my dilemma.
Today, I’m only attaching some modest (25×25 cm) Reflections on a ceramic bird.
Someone whispered a certain crazy idea in my ear, and unfortunately, I intend to see it through. I think such ideas are the very core of life. Much like trips into the eye of a tornado.