Dennis Hollingsworth

A Desperate Fling

So here I was working on paper, thinking of how to enter the next painting.

It was something about coming in from the side. The left side. I was looking at a Twonbly painting, digging how the clouds of color spook in from the left, with his sgraffito marks puctuating spots to the right.

I was squirting paint into lines that I flatten into ribbons, making rings... and screeding over it from the left again in a way that empties the field. I was hoping to move the action to the center that way, screeding and editing my way over.

But it was a mess.

So I scraped it off... and I decided to keep it on the drywall knife I use (for the "screeds" mentioned before). Then, I went into it again with ochre, and a few monads ,my term for the spiky balls. It wa about then I decided to tack from the ochre to a blackened purple and layed that down as a sheet over the majority of the paper.

Then, I flung the wad scraped previously. I knda liked it.

Who was the Greek who flung his rag at the canvas in frustration (thus painting clouds serendipitiously)? Does any one know?