I have done a lot of paintings this year, have shown them to no one, have hated mostly everything I have done and been in a phase of trying to hate my art enough to stop doing it. Trouble is when I am at my table or easel doing the work, I am in a zone that is not comparable to any feeling of freedom that I have ever experienced. That spiritual, sunshiney, wholesome feeling is what keeps me in my art studio for hours at a time.
Recently, I began going through the paintings I have stacked in a big rolling wicker basket in the corner. I tend to throw work in there once it's dry and my feeling is "trash bin stuff". There are items in there I don't even remember painting, there are some works that I actually like, there are some pieces of paper that I totally ruined but little areas of texture that are completely mesmerizing.
I'm printing the images here. Well, only the ones which I feel I can share.
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| Walking Away |
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| Nice Flowers |
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| Caterpillar Ladders |
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| Table and Chairs for Dinner |
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