Here’s another painting from back in 1985. In some ways this was a very interesting year for me. I was just out of college, and my paintings were beginning to find the direction that would lead to my own style. There are many characteristics in these early paintings that haunt my work to this day.
I have a small studio in our attic, and it works really well for what I’m doing. Lately I’ve had a strange feeling that I’m running out of space, and I really am! It seems that every inch of wall has something leaning against it, and now the floor is starting to disappear under piles of books and boxes.
I set up a large table so I would have more space to work, but my work space on the table is now a small patch at one end that is not covered in piles of stuff.
Strangely every time I clean my studio I end up not being able to find things. Also if I throw something out I end up needing it, and I wander around looking for it, unsure if I really did throw it out.
Sometimes there are thing I don’t want to know about, so I just leave it alone in the hope it will go away on its own.