Painting

Because I must have something “to sink my teeth into” during the next decade, I must paint. My art friends enjoy plein air, being outside and painting what they see in front of them. Others paint from photos that they have taken. Some artists painfully reproduce the subject and others give artistic license to their paintings. I wish I could do either and am trying, but I can’t help but stray. Though I am moving into oils, yesterday I felt the lure of acrylics that I attempted to tame in recent years. The process has been: I paint on the canvas. Then I evaluate. Then I cover it with another layer of paint and then another. Eventually most canvasses end up in the garbage. I may keep these. The paints in both were three blues, a white, and a deep yellow, and the canvasses were well textured! I don’t plan. A frenzy overtakes me, and in a few minutes, something satisfying emerges. The rectangle I have named Into the swamp. The square one is Along the Trail. A name helps the viewer make sense of a painting. The iPhone is not exact in representing color