
I recently acquired a large number of 5×7″ canvases and they have really suprised me. I picked one up just to play around with it a few weeks ago and ended up painting the Winter Leaf painting that I signed last week. It was a nice break from the Creek painting (the one with the sandals in it) and I finished both paintings the same day.
I was thinking I’d paint a series of leaves, since I had all those matching canvases, but somehow today the leaves weren’t exactly inspiring me. I started flipping through some photos I took yesterday strolling through a beautiful rose garden with some friends of mine and decided to paint one of them. Actually, I’d been thinking about painting this one since the moment I pushed the button to take the picture, so I didn’t have much choice, I had to paint it.
Sometimes paintings are like that, they just won’t be left unpainted. Is that obsessive or is it just focused? Whatever you call it, it is necessary for the creative process. Most people have no idea how much energy, concentration and sometimes absent-minded distraction is involved in creating a work of art. Constant problem solving has to happen. It isn’t easy to create the illusion of three-dimensional objects on a two-dimensional surface. That’s what painting is all about.
One of the amazing things, to me, is that it doesn’t matter what size the canvas, we can be drawn into a good painting - completely absorbed by the image on it. A smaller painting may get finished sooner, but it isn’t necessarily any easier or less gripping than a really huge painting. There are challenges to any painting! Each size, each subject, each style, palette and approach carry with them problems that must be solved in order for the painting to really work. Sometimes they just won’t let you go. My hope is that the finished painting will have the same affect on the viewer that it has on the artist. That feeling that you just don’t want to stop looking at it because there’s so much there to see.
I could ramble for a long time and I’m not sure if I could really adequately put this intensity into words, so I’ll stop writing for now and hope that you understand at least some small part of what I’m trying to express. A lot of me goes into a painting. Maybe that’s all that needs to be said.