Not Thinking About Encaustics
I try not to look at or think of encaustic anything. Especially beautiful encaustic works by other artists. And the wonderful-smelling beeswax. And the delight with just warming up the colored wax and gliding it onto a surface, then when done, just letting it cool down with the brushes still in the individual containers of colored wax, never having a need to clean them. I also love the smell of the melting resin with the wax and making a block of painting medium. So I try not to think about that too.
The reason I try not to think about encaustic is that I am resisting (did you like the pun?) any temptation to pick up another medium. But my memories of working with encaustic have been ones of pure pleasure. Sometimes, on days like today, I let my guard down and catch myself thinking about them again. They’re still in their plastic tub from my move six years ago.