Next?

“An artist is someone who sits down and does it,” said the art teacher.

I’m often confronted with a starting point at the far edge of a lengthy gap of time between work. Fretting happens, but I can’t waste my time thinking what “should” I do after that last work. I have to begin anew and see what still resonates. I revisit past work, but I can’t go back in time as if it was a day or so after I finished the last work. The sequence of work has been interrupted and so I begin with the question: Next?

The scene went something like this: Nary a thought or image is filling my mind. Looking round. Fidgeting with this or that. Paper, board, acrylics, color pencils, sketch? A hum of nervousness. Occasional deep breaths. I’m still sitting. And then an idea breezes in and I begin.

First, with color pencils…

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then with acrylics.

 

 

 

 

Yellow, orange, green, the torso, moving through time and space.

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