When I feel I am nearing the conclusion of a painting, I gather a lot of mixed thoughts and feelings about how it should finish.. it’s the worst and best feeling..
I am limboed with the contemplation of a work in progress..there is a fine line between absolute euphoria and complete failure..
you need a good sense of humour at times..
This is a work in progress.. I never know where a painting will go when I begin and sometimes I wonder more for the finished ones.. It’s hard to put a ‘stop point’ on a work at times. I think it’s more organic than that.. It’s interesting how the dialogue changes through creating a visual narrative and how the dialogue actually ends when the painting is somewhat finished. To me I think the mystery of art lays somewhere inbetween.