acrylic on canvas, 24" x 24"
This one nearly didn't make it due to extreme frustration. But having put it in the time out room for a day, upon viewing it with fresh eyes, I knew right away of one thing it needed. That result dictated what to do next, and when I got to a stopping point, it went back to the time out room for another brief stay. It may be finished, I don't know. I've chosen to stop, and when I look at it hanging on the wall, I am not displeased by the effect it has on me. This painting has similarities to an earlier work, entitled Lovebirds. The two will be hanging in close proximity during my open studio on July 4th. I have filled the walls with new work and wish I had two more pairs of hands to handle all the paintings I feel are in me. This may be a common complaint of artists everywhere, but it's only gotten worse over time. My solace is in the digital art I can produce on the spot, no muss, no fuss. It's a great tool, and I am grateful to have it at my fingertips, literally. Organic, "real" painting is another animal, it seems. With the atmosphere so arid lately, my paint turtles dry up within seconds. Very frustrating! It makes me want to run to my oils. Ah, I think I hear the Caribbean calling!
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