It took more hours than I had originally anticipated here in the hyperbaric chamber that is my studio to heft myself up to this painting. I don't know how the process of cognitive jelling works, it's just that usually, I can't just walk into a studio and bang out paintings. Instead, I have to do this writhing thing.
I'll spare you the details.
On the way to painting this painting, I encountered other ones along the way.
So I took a few notes and kept moving towards my destination, a mix of old school -the kind of painting done before coming to Spain, where flat screeds of paint prepare a ground with a sheet of wet pigment that usually initiated the work. Knocking one into the other, I hoped for some frission/fission.
Hey Dennis...you're cookin...
Sherie'