Finally, studio time. Last week I was able to begin the first stage on some canvases, the collage part. I bought a dozen 30” x 30” canvases and a dozen 20” x 20” as well as some 12” x 12” before the holidays (they were on sale at Loomis!). So I have a lot of prep work to do. A friend was here on Saturday and suggested I put the 30” square canvases together in a group of four, making it 60” x 60”. Interesting idea.
Today I was able to put paint to canvas for the first time in almost a month. But only on some pieces I had almost finished previously. It always amazes me how much more clearly I see the work when I have been away from it for a while. One piece I had been struggling with for weeks, just told me quickly how to bring it together. And it worked.
Last week Linda Fairchild, my gallery owner from San Francisco, brought someone here to my studio to look at my work. (Linda has family in Nova Scotia so I see her here a few times a year.) The woman she brought responded well to my work and ended up buying the first piece she looked at. While we were talking, she apologetically told me there was one thing that was disturbing about the piece: the center line, down from the top, looks like an open wound. I said, yes, I know. Then she said it also looked to her like female parts. I said, yes, I know. I just couldn’t paint it out. It seemed to belong there. She bought it. Her boyfriend loves it. And I’m glad it found a good home.