Not the painting, my enthusiasm to continue painting. This happens to all great artists so when it happens to me it seems a bit unkind. I need all the practice time I can get. My solution to this problem is always to ask a simple question, life without painting or life with. To suffer the agony and ecstasy of pursuing an artistic life or live a life of dull aimlessness. A bit exaggerated but it makes the decision easier. Luckily these periodic periods of ‘what’s the point?’ are infrequent, and to follow that way of thinking leads to nothing. Back to the painting, the challenge with this view is the forms are so insubstantial, like painting ripples in a swimming pool, so I spent my time trying to find some solid forms and making sense of the space. Its improving, and so am I.
Whittingham. Day 4