Art Has a Life of its Own
I kind of hate this. It seems to be a pattern for me: I have no idea set in stone for a series of paintings, but they seem to happen in spite of me. I have no plans for where they will live after they’re created — not even space to hang them, nor a gallery to take them. But they happen anyway.
I do have a rule, which is that a piece must fit into a body of work. I had my doubts about the two smaller pieces shown here, because of their subdued color. But I believe the texture allows them a place with the rest of these, having seen them all together for the first time.
Right now there is no urgency to get out there and market my new work. There’s just the time and space, for the first time ever really, to create and to think about the next painting. I’ve found several large canvases that once had a previous life and are ready for renewal, and a series is born, one painting at a time.
Much of my time in the past had been spent on marketing and reaching out to galleries and doing shows. Not so much now. But still, a painter must paint.
Who knows where it will all lead? Does it matter after all?
Note: These paintings are from 16×20 inches to 30×30 inches. Please let me know if you have questions about a specific piece.