Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Country Music Rocks
Watched Jeff Bridges in Crazy Heart last night and recalled I had downloaded that album. I was glad. I liked his voice. I liked the actor. I liked the movie.
It was on my mind this morning when I went down to get some tuna out of the freezer located in the passage to my studio. From the doorway I could see Fall woods sitting just where I'd left it several weeks ago and on the counter was my Ipod deck. I forgot about the tuna. I put on the album, took the lid off my palette and Fall Woods got a lot looser as I danced, mixed colors, reached for the spray bottle, threw the painting on the floor and did as I used to do years ago--painted from a bird's eye view while circling the canvas.
I have no idea whether I messed it up. I don't particularly care. I don't believe you can mess up a painting. I do think that every stage a painting goes through adds to the final piece. I do think that at a certain point during the process the painting takes on a life of it's own and dictates what must be done. I don't like being dictated to. I abandoned the painting weeks ago because painting it had gotten tedious. Painting wasn't tedious today. A little bit of Country and together the canvas and I rocked.