Enchiridion

I think these may be near the last of this series.  And it has been fun.  Intense but fun.  In a way.  But really I like things to be a bit smoother.  More calm.  It's nicer then...Yea I hope to get to that again.

To me they look like Spring.  Well like this spring.  Not last years.  Last years was all holes big and small.  And plants to go in them.  This years is all growth.  The ones that lived are leafing out now.  Some didn't make it.  Poor hellebores.  Though some lived and are doing well.

I remember reading Braque.  He said moving among his paintings was like tending his garden.  Prune and trim and plant and move.  His paintings were never finished.  I like to think of my work like that.  Except it isn't.  When mine are done they are done.  And though I often paint the same thing time and again -it is each time a new piece.

And I was just out in my front garden today.  It is always stuffed with trash people leave when walking by.  That certainly inspired my working on collage.  And there I was planting some hosta.  I bought 36 of them to plant en masse.  

A new plant. New growth.  New mulch.  Cut down the grasses and let them grow afresh.  Plan for the unfinished planting I didn't get to last year.  I keep buying bags of mulch.

But actually in no way do I think these paintings an homage to spring.  They aren't.  They are near the last of a series.  More violent than spring.  Less beautiful. Less varied.  More the construct of a mind turned inward.  More twisted.  More human and base.  The spring of a human race.  More bright and less colorful.

Man I'll have to start meditating again.  Figure out what's next.  Hopefully something simple.  These are always the tricky times.  You go through a bunch of tunnels and dead ends on the way.  Then you go back and look through them and you find what you needed.  Some bit of a piece some accident that points in the right direction.  You hope.

Ah I worked this morning.  Only twelve more to plant, a few bags of mulch.   Then I'll be done.  Maybe.  Unless Justine makes me go to the garden center again.  I get crazy inspired.  You know these paintings are like my gardening in one way.  I just can't stop.