Monday, September 20, 2010
Where's the Vision? or Back to Backwards
I've been making art for 40 years - sometimes it feels like 40 Light Years - but long enough to know that with some time (and a brief stint doing something I hate - that would be cleaning house, working on the computer, nothing...) the muse that lives in my head will return, usually demonstrating selective memory (can muse have memory?) - memory that doesn't remember the mess I'd gotten myself into the day before. And so it did. (Thank you, Muse.)
Now, it is my opinion that when Muse returns, one doesn't look the giftMuse in the mouth and try its patience with things like New Process or Practice Process or the Bag of Already Gone Before. One simply dances blindfolded to the workspace and begins. Some may call this intuition. I call it knowing your Muse.
So. What you see in the pic (look carefully now - that's why I put it in pretty high res) is my eye and hand doing instinctively what they do with color and texture. Tomorrow I will return and peek into the dry surface to see what Muse has left, revealed, granted, gifted, or tossed to me. I trust that it will be there. I trust because....well, I trust, just because I trust. See you tomorrow - for now I'm going to stretch some large canvases.