Because I can't show yet the artwork I'm working on right now, I thought I would at least emerge from seeming reclusivity and show you my garden, the way it looks today, May 19, 2013. I made this garden and so it is part of my body of work, wouldn't you agree?
I'm slogging, slogging away in the studio trying to make paintings for my fall show. This process has uncovered a major fault line in my psyche: I hate painting deadlines, especially those involving multiple pieces! I love writing deadlines, though, but this helps me not at all in the current situation. As I've said before, I'm a slow painter. The process is what it is, no matter how I might (and do) wish otherwise. Still. There we are. Out of 15 or so pieces scattered throughout the studio at the moment, I've only liked, and considered finished, 3 thus far. Yikes.
If you have any words of wisdom to share from your own painting process, please send them my way!
Soon, though, I will be able to show some recent illustrations once they've been published.
No time for sketching until I get my big work done. In between bouts of utter desolation in the studio, I go outside and pick weeds and just take in the colors, textures, and fragrances there. If I have any operative sanity left, I have the garden to thank for it.
Happy green season, my northern hemisphere friends!