Only a week to go before the Private View and already I've been waking up in the early morning in what I can only describe as a state of trepidation.
The painting I have uploaded here was made mostly while listening to Donna Tartt reading Secret History and took longer than the audio book took to play. Out of all the collection, it's probably the one I am happiest with to be honest.
My main problem is that I usually paint fast but then leave paintings for intervals - sometimes months - and then work on them some more. In fact, painting (when I have world enough and time) is a long process of vegetable love (slow growing) and cogitation. Quick work is invariably not finished. I've been known to wait over a year before being able to discover what that final colour is, which will somehow make the work complete.
But this year I've needed to work on lots of ideas all at once. There hasn't been time to cogitate and not much time for experiment or learning. No time to leave it all and rinse again - I've just had to paint n go. This may have been a good thing. Maybe the work is fresher for it. Yet now it's all at the framers and even that exposure has felt somehow raw. What if I see it framed and realise that actually it is all unfinished - all missing that final spark which is only usually earned by months of slow meditation? What if it needs another rinse?