I have been painting in the studio full on for the last few days, and have produced three paintings on paper which I will complete, document, maybe put them on-line, and tuck them away in a drawer until required. I am happy.
Last week I was perplexed, and feeling stupid. I was trying to read the agenda of an art conference I had been invited to attend. I got the gist of what was going to happen, but I was reluctant to drag out the thesaurus to make sure of all the words being used. I do know that every group, every profession has their own language and terms. And I realised that I was not a part of this particular group. And that is fine with me. I have been asked to give a talk about my artwork, and after much thinking and fretting, I will talk to them in my words. Probably without a projector. About what I paint, about how I paint, about why I paint. The process I use in the studio has become more complex. The paintings are multi-layered, simple and beautiful to me.