thinking back...

Okay, so for one of the first times in a long time, I am at rest in my studio. In the midst of the tarped floor and walls I find myself (again) alone with months of work sitting in it's completion. Day and night I work to create and recreate images that I hope will resonate within each of us. ...But it's days like today that I let go, and let be.

Overworking can really destroy the original intent of the the work and I am training my mind and my hands to shut off when they need to.

Meanwhile, I decided to go back through some of my old design journals from school and found such a wonderful thing...
I was able to see the pattern of becoming a painter---
Pages of journaling devoted to the study of interiors and their environments, literally seeped with the intimate study of great painters and their works.
I realized then the birthing place of my artist statement years before it was ever offically composed.
I remember the hours I spent reading the words of some of the greatest modern painters of our time and what excitement I found in the reasoning they had within the expresson of being a painter. In one of these references entitled "Encounters with Great Painters" (article by Barry Joule), I remember reading the words of Francis Bacon, "he explained that with luck and by the dint of manipulations and roiling brushwork, smears, deposits, and trails of paint laid on the canvas, he'd discovered how to make new and exciting things appear".