I have been working on shelves and drawer-fronts in my studio. They belong to a large built-in bookcase in a client’s home. I have to paint and glaze and varnish. It’s work. New work.
Across the room I decide to get out some older paintings and re-work them while waiting for this “New Work” to dry. These are painting that never felt finished, that gnawed at me. Paintings with certain parts that felt wrong or maybe wrong on particular days. This is akin to the phenomenon of working on a painting for hours as the light fades and leaving for home feeling satisfied with the results...feeling that the painting went well.....and then arriving the next morning to feel dismayed or even horrified at the thing on the wall.
Time heals, refreshes, allows for the infusion of different energies. And sometimes returning to something older, a work that might even be a tad dusty...sometimes it yields a wonderful outcome.
wonderful work.
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