A larger piece I’ve been working on for the past few weeks is leaning nonchalantly against a wall in my studio, just looking at me asking ‘am I finished? because I’m all like, sick of you working on me already. Yeah, that’s it, just lean me against the wall and think about it later.’ to which I respond: ‘oh my god, a talking painting!’
Artists are often saying that their paintings sort of reveal themselves, as if the paint they put down knows where to go. They also say things like, I wait for the painting to speak to me, and things just seem right. I know that feeling, but at the same time, really?? I don’t know. I’ll see what it says to me next week.