4 PM:gaze 30 at the end of my painting day
YESTERDAY JUST NOW
2:36 PM: " i'm anxious to get started with what will likely be just a few last strokes to gaze 30..." that was me at 11:36 this morning. so whenever you hear me say something like that, don't buy it. translated into tarlowspeak, it means: i'm about to launch into a total re-work of this painting, mostly because i yet again fell into the trap of thinking of this as an accurate translation of a vermeer painting, along the lines of a fanciful contemporary copy.
it ain't that. it's a tarlow painting. at a time in his trajectory when he's into deconstructing form; introducing unexpected, rogue elements which provide the original image a new environment, where, for example, an "unintentional" blue brush mark can reverberate in the way, i fancy, casals' cello reverberates when he plays a note from bach's cello concerto so woven into the depths of his spanish soul that it stands bach on his head. one minute it's bach; the next it's jazz.....makes you quiver. weaves your cumulative life experiences into a pattern you hadn't until then noticed. truth be told, that's what i'm about. i may not achieve it, but i sure as hell can try.
11:36 AM: today was egg day, when judy brings her most excellent just-laid eggs to the kiosk. they're gone in 10-15 minutes. so i'm a bit late getting started, but, unlike yesterday there's a great light & i'm anxious to get started with what will likely be just a few last strokes to gaze 30, before preparing to get to work on the next one in this series. i can see that her hair, on the far right; the bit to the right of her hair clasp, needs work. i think that's about it. i'll post pics when the revisions have taken place. this is a view from a little table in the studio; a good spot to drink my matcha tea (beautiful bowl made by my friend dan) and evaluate the painting, which hangs straight in front of my on my east wall.