Remarkably, time has passed since the last entry. I’m down to nine canvases to go in nine weeks. It’s the kiss of death to think like this, because almost always one invites a stall or disaster when the gods (or “ill trained labrador”) is tempted.
I think the well of ideas needs to refill from time to time. That’s why, when I’ve finished a huge undertaking, I’ll declare, “Never again. I’m going to quit painting because I’ve learned all there is for me to know, said all I have to say.…” and then begin to assemble problems to solve again. Things just have to settle before another direction emerges from the dust. I’m fervently hoping this sense of depletion doesn’t occur before the last canvas for this show is finished.
The monsters are safely propped up against a far wall and haven’t managed to offend me as yet. Of course, I make it a point not to look at them for fear there will be “something else” I “ought” to do to them. Reason tells me that I’ve done the best I could with them and that any additional effort at correction would not only fail to correct anything but cause problems that weren’t there.
It threatens to snow again today, about the sixth event of the season. Crocusses are showing in the garden, perhaps the clouds will see them and move on.…