The other day my agents come over… to take some pictures. I’ve been working on a painting; it’s on my easel. She, my agent, says…”that’s interesting” and that’s as comforting as a poke in the eye. To my defense… and it’s a good defense… I’m not done with it, but all it needs is just…. Well two more weeks of a lot of work and it’s almost done and all it needs is just …. again and again.
It’s daunting… not that I would trade my brushes in for anything else but how do you know the next move. I stand back and doubt everything… what now?
What’s curious is the painting … I just found this out though I probably knew this before and maybe writing gives it more permanence… the painting comes to my rescue. It offers me a dialogue.
It tells me... you need work here and now over here. And if I don’t get in the way… preserving precious errors…. it does find it’s way and if I follow the clues I can finish. Really though, I have no idea if this awesome insight will work tomorrow. I don’t know if writing will really give it more permanence. Some days seem easier then others. With art you’re on your own. Do what you can.