It’s the first time I’ve ever done anything quite like this. The painting I started on our dining room wall is like one of my drawings, but very different too. It’s completely intuitive. I worked on it by staring at the wall until I saw something, a color, or shape or image on the wall. Then I would paint or draw it, then stop and stare and wait until the next thing came along.
My plan to use the fabric stamps didn’t work, the wall was too hard and uneven.
So I used paint, permanent marker and pencil. I’m not done yet and I find the process obsessive. I stopped painting because I was tired and the next idea didn’t come, my head was fuzzy.
I probably won’t get to work on it till after Christmas. But I keep wanting to go back and look at it, to see what’s next. It’s drawing me in.
We’re going to Boston tomorrow for a few days. Visiting some museums. I might bring an idea back with me for my wall painting. Although I’m already thinking of cave paintings and that “dog face”, on the left, that came from the shape of a plaster repair. How they would repeat an image to show movement.
But it’s late, and I still have to pack…..