The beginning. The middle. And the…not quite yet.
Over the past four months, I kept thinking this series was ever-so-close to finished. I’d come to the studio the next day and see - nope - there was more to do. Every day the same themes haunt me: 1) nothing is precious - so let everything go, 2) a limited palette has rewards - and challenges, 3) the narrative matters - even if you don’t know the whole story, 4) objectification is hard to overcome - people are not objects, they are experiences, 5) there is more in the space between then meets the eye - but someone has to edit it, and 6) abstraction requires a leap of faith - because what the painting is/says is up to the viewer.
And the end is just the beginning of something else.