Looks like we will get a nice break in the weather tomorrow and be out of the snowy woods by this time next week. It will be good to get back in my studio in the city to finish up some of the larger canvases. Working from home and on paper for the past week have me in a strange mood. With no desire to plan out my days or think about what I will do next, the work has been more to my liking. I also feel like I have worked through some things, and the chaos in some of the work from last year has played itself out. I am very happy for this because it is exhausting to keep that kind of energy going. The unfinished work in the studio is somewhat like the paper work I am doing, and I think that I can finally get everything on the same page, thought and execution wise. Not that I am going to plot a course..As the title of this post says. NO PLANS... No goals, no agenda, no thoughts about where I am going. The last thing I want to do now is get all artsy about my painting. If I could care any less about the psychology and protocol of fine art, I would. It just doesn't mean anything to me anymore.
Mapping the visual world through a nebulous lens. Varying degrees of tangibility and culpability.