blog about your work in progress. For the first time in a long time, I don't know where I'm going as a painter. In the past, I've always had an idea, sometimes incoherent but still some idea, of what I wanted to do as a painter and how to go about it. For lately, I have to say that I haven't a clue. I'm not unhappy with this work but then, I'm not happy either. I am still working - and hope to continue working - on my sporadic paintings of people in restaurants, bars, coffeehouses.
For instance, this is one of them that I've tentatively titled "Tête-à-tête." Of course, it's a lousy photo because my camera is old and my photo skills marginal but it's not bad. I'm not sure it's any good either and if it's not good, how to make it so. I seem drawn to more simplicity of line and form but I don't want my pieces to look like an amateur's idea of anatomy. I suppose I could go the way of Robert Coldescott and try make really really good "bad paintings" but I'm not as skilled as he was.
This one I like better - I like the intense red against the blue and the hint of crude painting works in this piece or, I think it does but I sure could be wrong.
Usually I have SOME idea if a piece is decent or not but this one has me completely puzzled. The palate is far more muted than my usual colors but I like the paint texture. When I go to work on it, I just can't decide what to do - leave it as is or what....In a way, I like it but I'm not sure that I should. That is, maybe I can't recognize mediocre when it's one of my pieces. It's certainly more traditional than some of my other pieces but lately I have been veering toward more traditional painting so that's nothing new. This is when I miss my old teacher and critique group the most; N'Ima could bring a new vision to the most tired old piece. I always left the class, recharged and full of energy. Now, I find myself wondering all the time if I'm just a 3rd rate painter and should accept the fact. Of course, looking at all the good work that I do look at in the course of my journalism "day job" doesn't help. Some days it really seems like I'm the proverbial little old lady, showing my boring pieces to people who are polite enough not to tell me that "the Emperor has no clothes."