|I admit I don't think I am finished. Hopefully, I won't try to wreck it again.|
I like the interesting tension created by such an intimate scene, painted a non-intimate size.
The little yellow painting in the painting is a depiction of my only surviving acrylic. I did it at the Millay Colony in upstate New York. The Millay colony is a wonderful place where they take you in. They give you a room, and a studio, and they feed you! I was there in June years ago with a painter that was getting her MFA from Yale, a playwright from Brown, a poet that had gotten the NEA that year, and a playwright that had been a soap opera star in New York and had won a Fulbright. However, not for being in a being in a soap opera star. They were all East Coasters. I was the waitress from Long Beach. One of them finally admitted to me, in surprise, that I was the only Californian she had met that had read a book! A couple of them were such snobs for sure. However, I had a great time there. It was incredible to have no distractions or obligations to do anything for a month. Plus, there was this cute baby deer someone had released onto the grounds. He and I would go for walks before lunch. And I did manage to paint a bit. I experimented with acrylic and made that little yellow painting of "Picasso's Dogs".
|This was the first day. It is nice and raw. I probably should have stopped here.|
|This was the day I tried to destroy it. I always have to do that. I have to push it to the edge and over.|