Monday, January 7, 2008
I keep remembering that lady saying painting is dead and maybe she's right, but I paint and I'll keep painting until I'm sick of it. And here is anther weird thing. Sometimes I feel like I wish I'd kept every painting I've ever painted. Then I could have a big giant exhibit of my work. That seems like fun, but maybe not. Where do I store them? In stacks in the spare bedroom? Maybe I'm just making more junk to fill up the landfills. Today's painting is 16" x 20" on stretched canvas. I was a stained glass artist for a number of years and then I used to like making elaborate beaded lampshades. After that I did some artsy upholstered furniture and I went to garage sales and junk shops hung junk all over my old farmhouse walls in Oregon. Now I paint because it's noisy and messy and I can dance with the paint. Does that make any sense to anyone? Does anyone give a shit? Is anyone out there? Does anyone want to give me my paintings back? 16" x 20" oil on stretched canvas. Ready to hang.