I was going to just post this recent shot of my studio without comment. Because I just really want to get painting this morning. Then I thought, most people are not used to seeing this kind of organized chaos. Maybe a short post would be more sufficient.
It looks like this, because I always walk past the files, books, and notes to head right for the palette. The other things are not important, not really.
What’s important, is the work. Is there enough paint on the palette? Am I working on the same painting that is still on the easel from yesterday?
I will look around the studio and contemplate which painting has the best chance for improvement right now. What painting do I have the answers for this dark morning? A storm off the coast, and a final Sox score not worth reading. I am not painting Fenway today.
See the thing about painting landscapes is, in a moment , I am going to walk into that studio and put something on the big easel and it will take me right away. My imagination leaves stormy Cape Cod for wherever that piece is.
It might be the Left Bank this morning along the Seine. It might be Menemsha, or Brooklyn Heights. Or maybe I will go in there and really get everything organized for once.
No, not today.
Are you a professional journalist? You write very well.