2020. Acrylic on canvas, 10 x 8 in.
I’ve been away for a couple weeks. Just got back in the studio briefly today, mostly just tidying up and trying to remember where I was at.
Not sure why I decided to post this image, painted earlier this year. It’s on a textured canvas, and I used sponge, roller, and brush. I worked pretty hard on it, actually. Some paintings start to take on a personality for you early in the process, and even if you try to ignore it it keeps insisting. Each layer could have obliterated its character, yet I found myself continually trying to bring it back forward. And you have no idea if any of that character will be apparent to the viewer. But you feel compelled to let it realize itself anyway.
Some people in my life are having a hard time right now. A very hard time. It’s necessary to fight for them, or to encourage them to fight for themselves and hope that they can. A happy outcome is not at all certain. I may have that hard a time myself someday and I hope then someone will fight for me, or that I will be able – and willing – to fight that hard for myself.