It has been a harsh winter in Pennsylvania, to say the least. I'm looking at a snow-covered landscape with a generous helping of ice. Icicles hang like daggers from the trees. Their branches are bowed to the ground as if even they are mourning their sad state of afairs. Many of the surrounding towns are without power. Blessedly, the lights are still on in the studio, and I turned up the heat with my new abstract painting.
12" X 12"
Acrylic on Canvas Paper
After the chaos of my last painting, I needed to spend an hour restoring my studio to order. Here, you can see the calm before the next storm. Somehow, it never lasts. I guess it's a metaphor for life.
I sectioned off my paper using a pastel pencil. Working intuitively, I used acrylic paints, both heavy bodied and fluid. I tried not to think too much as I worked.
It took about two hours to get to this stage. I guess I gave it more thought than I intended. It was a good time to stop, and let it simmer.
This morning, I approached the work with fresh eyes. I used a palette knife to add the final details.
Time to start a new work! I seem to accomplish more when the weather is bad. If this logic holds out, I should be able to create a whole series by Sunday. There's a monster of a storm heading our way and threatening to dump 30 to 40 inches of fresh snow. As usual, Morgantown appears to be directly in the cross-hairs. Stay tuned for the further adventures of your intrepid Pennsylvania artist!
Until next time,