Sunday, January 2, 2011

Two Thousand Eleven





I’m posting photos from a winter foray because the recent painting are “undone and burned”! But look what I gleamed this year as a photographer, attempting to become an encaustic painter:

Big is better.

I what to do more painting, then scraping, which is a drag, all that removal only severs me as a correction to failures, if that.

Abstracts appear to be the easy way out, but in reality it’s just the opposite.

It’s ok to paint from a reference photo, especially one of your own.

Subject matter and technique are twin evils to wrestle with daily, content is still in the wings.

What looks good today might not tomorrow and vice versa.

The act of going out “shooting” will always have a huge “fun” factor in it, a thrill that’s hard to find in a static studio.

I love the torch, playing with fire feels so risky.

Still hate acrylic.

Tempted by oil, but would miss the torch.


Happy Two Thousand Eleven!