grey 12 hanging in our east living room
7:57 PM: so yuwipi installed the devices yesterday and, after a few tweaks on the phone with the tech support guy, i've got a solid wi-fi connection with decent speed, considering the signal is being sent 500 feet from our house. no more pics of my process today; it was a rare day, when i was simply too tired to get any painting done. at this point, i'm not sure grey 10 is going to make it. i don't feel the juice. so we'll see what i do tomorrow. when the juice is not there, you suddenly realize you've been taking it for granted. when it's there, you're flying. when it's not, you look around your studio and wonder out loud, how the fuck did i do all this?"
ON THE RIGHT: grey 12 hanging in our east living room.
12:27 PM: haven't yet decided the topic of my april 7th talk at space gallery, but it might be art as play.
12:23 pm: in the studio, about to scrumble, a word i made up:
*scrumbling: a word i made up to describe the process of loosly applying a wash of off white to the entire surface, and then scraping/rubbing/dragging the palette knife over the surface while it's still wet, then painting back into it. the eye, rather than getting stuck on the details, such as her lips or hat, moves smoothly across the picture plane. there is more choice, more freedom on the part of the viewer to alight here or there. the mind/eye fills in suggested details as it fabricates it's own meanings. one has the capacity to dream more easily, while at the same time being able to notice and appreciate the painterly passages as painterliness.
9:36 AM: grey 7 is now unrecognizable. i have no idea what will happen today. here's the previous version and what it looked like at the end of the day yesterday.
