Haven't made it to the knees yet, and still in the end-of-winter slump. That is not to say that I haven't been painting. I have been. It's just mostly a waste of very expensive materials at the moment.
Here's one, however, that is a surprise, and may survive the cut:
A Break in the Clouds
Let's hope its title is an omen for the coming week.
A slow, minimally productive couple of weeks. I get in to the studio and just don't feel it. When I try, I end up wasting as much paint as I use productively.
Even a trip to the Phillips didn't help. Much of the third floor was closed off for installation of their next big show. And while their permanent collection is spectacular, sometimes I need the new and different to spur my own creativity.
Working on paper is appealing, but I find myself going round and round about the paper size and showing it later and presentation and on and on.
I think I just need to get going - hands and knees - scrubbing paint into paper on the floor, with oil sticks and acrylics and what all, maybe even collage.