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01/27/2006: "Binge Painting"
It was a simple plan. Stop exhibiting and paint *as long as needed* to produce the best work of my life. I’ve always worked under a deadline and I can’t remember the last show I hung that wasn’t at least a little wet. I’ve always thought that if only I had the time...
I did worry I’d lose my work ethic but the opposite has happened...I seem to be starting new paintings left and right...and leaving them half finished…or I concentrate on a few of them too much working them over and over again with no end in sight. I mean, I know I ask this constantly but I still honestly don't know: how do you *really* know when you’re finished?
I keep thinking: This really can’t be the very best I can do is it? The ones that are half finished have a certain spontaneity I tend to lose the longer I work on them…but they don’t look finished. The ones that are the most finished look a little too smooth and controlled…tight even…I keep wracking my brain, how can I make this painting just a little bit better? I’m doing the artistic equivalent of “wishful makeuping”.