i've had six freshly gessoed panels for two triptychs lying around the studio for a few weeks ...
part of me is excited about starting - part, apprehensive ...
this is the transition; from where i've been, to where i'm going ...
and what's also interesting, is my familiarity with things like blogging - and, to be comfortable enough to share the experience ...
i mentioned having dreamt about the new paintings - or if you like, visualized them after my brain had a chance to do some processing ...
i could feel the tide rising for a few days, but i couldn't launch into it this morning as i usually do ...
having been busy with a schedule of production the past few years, i forgot about the ritual that usually accompanies these early stages of romancing the ideas - almost choreographed - or as i referred to it a number of years ago; 'the chance dance of soul' ...
so i circled the studio for hours; cleaning brushes, scraping the floor, vacuuming, arranging paint containers, discarding things that won't be necessary, etc. - and every once in a while, a sideways glance over to the three pristine surfaces, waiting ...
hours went by - i began to tire and i felt like abandoning the project for today ...
but that's when it happened - when all that nervous energy dissipated - and it all happened so naturally, without reservation, without thought or self consciousness ...
just paint and my brush - something that feels like another appendage after all these years ...
the photo above may not seem like much more than lines on a surface, but it marks a beginning ...
