Bell Poem No. 10
2020. Acrylic on canvas. 10 x 20 in.
My paintings are getting simpler, simpler, simpler. By which I mean stripped down to nothing but what I see as the only essential elements, even when that’s very few elements indeed.
I have my moments of unease about this, where I am subject to the siren song of cultural notions of what a painting ought to be. I am of course not alone in this species of doubt; most artists at one time or another wrestle with their own variation on this question. And if the gods are with them, they ultimately or perhaps repeatedly reject it and ride forward into the scary isolation of authentic work.
But most of the time, I just know when a work satisfies me. And at that moment I’m done with the painting, and with the doubt.
So it comes down to this, Bell Poem No. 10, my offering on this most momentous day.