Back in September, I started working on this 48×36 canvas (You can see the original post dated October 7, 2020). I’ve spent a lot of time with it. It hangs over my bed. If you read my blog posts, you’ll know that I talk about “meandering through the brushstrokes”. Certain passages get too precious to me, even if they are in a problem area. So I had to come to terms with sacrificing some details I liked in order to gain a satisfying painting. And that is how this feels to me now.

I don’t doubt that some of you will shake your heads at this. My brother once looked at some abstract paintings here at my home and immediately announced that they were of “nothing”. That’s fine. That is where that conversation ended. I can assure you that for me, these paintings are not of nothing. In fact, the longer I look at them, the more they reveal.