It has been snowing here for a couple days. Driving is like just sliding from one destination to another and leaving it to chance. Angela has been here this week. We have been doing as much as possible. We went to the dock and it was too cold to actually look at the water, but we looked at the seagulls looking fat and cold floating on the waves. We fed cats in my sister’s temporarily abandoned apartment and met another cat with pink ears that we named Blinky. We stood in my studio for a couple minutes and we both wondered how it is possible to make things in this weather. Fortunately, I haven’t had to stop or move yet and have another on the line ready for next week. I am interested to see what kind of subtle shifts happen between now and spring within the work. Will my fingers be able to pull the fabric in the same way in the cold? Will I use less paint? Or will the changes be even more quiet and result in modified compositional strategies? Is composition really a strategy in my paintings? Color feels like everything lately. I read something from Stanley Whitney about color and touch and how when you change the touch, you change the color. This simple notion does so much and is something I think about every time I use paint versus another material.
I am thinking about Blinky Palermo’s work again. I wonder what we will eat tonight. Here are “Space, Twinkle, Distance”, “LLLLLLLLLLL”, “Mem’ries”, and “Night Night”. jameyhart.com