sat 06 nov 2010 14:52:17 witte de withstraat
i started painting again today.
this morning my art supplies and easel showed up, and at about noon i started painting on one of four 1m2 canvases. then while one is drying i started a second one.
thoughts that went through my head:
the edges of the canvas seem male, the interior female. anything is possible within, and the edges are the limits.
and when i am painting a green background, i might use motions like as if i were caressing your body. even if the movement never shows up in the finished work. or i can use other motions that cut and swipe. the feelings are in there somehow.
i am painting things that i won't talk about. nicole said words to effect that painting is like a direct line into someone's brain.
you can also spill paint and get drops on things. because michele bought me a nice big dropcloth i don't worry if a big dollop of paint goes splat somewhere.
i have no interest in painting something good. with one or two exceptions, this is really the first time i've painted since around 1980. i want to take a whole different approach, a much less planned approach and more messy. feeling only. feeling only. like as if i were caressing you.