Fiddling with Divorce ; getting slowly along. Either needs a huge change or being left alone for all the layers to congeal.
No panic.
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Fiddling with Divorce ; getting slowly along. Either needs a huge change or being left alone for all the layers to congeal.
No panic.
Got a clear direction for the body of work that'll sit sweetly for the Quillan expo, based on a humans life cycle. This will be divorce.
Got birth (s = genesis stuff), pre-birth (bright denizens, the pearl) young love (Orpheus) marriage (the wedding) old age (=Job, Resuscitation) masses on death (road kill, headless plus boats) and probably more between times.
Possibly too much, will drop in and measure up soonish.
...started again, in response to an image that had me by the throat. Actually rather better than that, it was more like being in love.
God knows what, why, etc etc. Just captivated.
And sold a painting! Lizzie Jackson bought Brises taking the Armour to Achilles. Must find a simpler title. Still have to deal with package and transit. But not today.
...a long lunch party yesterday gave me an opportunity to spend some quality time with Peter Dunn and to talk over some ideas. Realised some things are intractable and are best ignored. Moved some work into the little gallery which is now full; will have to triage and get some into the garage to store. So need an assistant who isn't as aged as me.
Does one become ill by not painting or not paint because one is ill?
Feel like sleeping for the next few months.
Zilch work. Maybe the reading I'm doing counts? What I am reading is complicated... books from newly dead friends, marked in places by them, studied to make a different mind-set from my own.
Most interesting exercise, trying to suspend my voice and will.
.....and in the meantime, another artist close to my heart is ill, possible not fatally, but with the prospect of loosing an eye.
Still no work :) Though Gracie hoovered the studio (=asthma prevents me...) and I washed the floor. Off to friends today. Maybe I've really retired.