Drawing yesterday morning- cheering couple of hours in the silent company of friends, scribbling and dabbling away... product clearly indicates my problem. The process has become a facility.
With this new found knowledge, avoided the studio, spend the afternoon preparing for the photographer that comes today to document the work so far. Did sneak in for an hour after dark and finished the horsefly picture, now called Blanquette Nights. It may not be finished but I'm not having anything more to do with it.
The current problem pictures, faux hope and the king, look much better in the twilight. Remembered Klee - I think it was him - writing about the quality of his work emerging in a dark corner of his studio. Perhaps I should re-read, if memory serves, Concerning the Spiritual in Art?
Current plan is to clean up, turn everything to the wall and forget it. Slept well last night with this simple approach. Even considering giving up and finding another outlet for my tatterdemalion psyche. There will be no work today nor tomorrow (off to Toulouse) then probably not for 5 days as Bob is here. Good time to read and inform my views.
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