Sunlight

I have been working on a painting, a very complicated painting, in two aspects: imagine putting two colors next to each other with a little brush, one side green, one side yellow, for a thousand feet--yet the line curves and squiggles. Take this edge, overlap it with another one, overlap both over a background picture of form, contrasting colors, keep depth and color working, so it doesn't turn into a wall of mud, and one might ask, why is one doing this? It sounds like work, meanial, torturous. Which brings us to the next aspect.

Imagine, somewhere right now there is an artist standing out in a field, and he is concentrating on a canvas, he has the pallette mixed with colors. It is what is to be done. The artist slows down time and sees the world. Any painting is nothing more than a cute view into the thin layer of atmosphere we all live in.

Here is a photo of sunlight on the wall.