I painted these blocks awhile ago, and just had them hanging around the house, on window sills, bookcases, and the like. I’ve recently felt a little unsure of where I’m going next with my work. Makes sense to revisit the place I started: with these blocks. In fact, now I realize I’m looking for the format, or frame, really, to put around what I’m doing. … Just painting right? Yet to just dedicate a large percentage of your time to painting seems to require some sort of bigger life decision. Maybe that’s what all this frame-obsession is about.
I’ve been working on some small paintings recently, enjoying making the frame a part of the whole, rather than something I add at the end. I’m working on some even smaller ones now too, as a way to incorporate some very small blocks I made when first teaching myself to paint almost 5 years ago.
A few of these are paintings I started awhile ago. It often happens that I start a painting and then have to leave it for awhile. Perception, being the slippery fish that it seems to be, changes over time. Or, perhaps because I turn my attention to other paintings (or writing, which seems related, or singing, which also seems related, tho’ maybe less so), I learn something I needed to know before I could finish the piece I started. … I have learned to be patient in this process, mostly.