This is what happened: The gallery owner in Charlotte was complimentary about my work and I went into orbit planning two giant 3'x5' canvases. I have the base work completed on one, and I'm starting to do that on the other.
They take up a serious volume of space in the studio, and I'm feeling the initial rush of energy dwindling. I look at the one more finished and see it as a boring--a BORING--a really BORING --monster taking up the whole visual field of the studio where it sits, and the old, familiar doubt has begun to creep in. Not so much fear, but more like why-am-I-doing-this, or what-makes-me-think-I-can-do-this.
In a week's time I go home to a son's wedding. I'll be gone 10 days. Maybe by the time I get back I'll have a renewal of spirit, a new understanding of why these two monsters exist and how they need to look.
PW
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