Each day upon leaving the studio this weekend I had reached a point of complete over-saturation. This is often the case in a way… but it’s very different when trying to produce hundreds (perhaps 2000) of little paintings as opposed to working on a more coherent piece or two.
I felt like I was running a marathon or something, but with color. Trying to get the acrylics to do something new each time- new colors, new textures, new layering, all while keeping the same overall color in each scale. It felt like weight lifting. I can feel my mind absorbing all of it, filing it away for later, calculating the next move. Hours later, I’m all a bundle of highly strung nerve-endings, but I have a stack of little paintings, every one different.