2 months ago
‘blue monday’, 16 x 16”, oil on board.
This painting began its life months ago. I worked on it a day, or two - then put it away. I wasn’t very happy with it. Recently I looked again and found it had a pulse. Nothing in the painting had changed, of course; it was me all the while. Along with a catalyst, I knew exactly what was taking place and that is what drove me to purgatory to retrieve it. Perhaps I had waited long enough for the life to arrive; perhaps not. It is our secret.
The house was built over a decade ago on the neighbors farm, which dates to 1874. It sits directly behind an aged corn crib I have used often in paintings - the house seems out of place, and out of time, really. I’ve never liked it.
This day was different, however, and it pulled on me; so I went after it. The house appeared like a ghost in the blue, emerging from this rather haunting winter atmosphere. I simply had no choice but to chase it.
I know now it was a gift, this house on this day. Art is chance and I took it; painting is about breaking rules and I did that, too. I am still not fond of the house, but we made a good trade.
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