Painting is like a two-way conversation. The artist contributes to it by adding paint or a line, taking something away, tweaking, moving.
The canvas replies by letting you know what it needs and what isn’t working.
It’s a back and forth. Back and forth.
One of the goals in my art is to achieve the delicate balance between calm and having enough on the canvas to sustain interest. I envision ultimately, large areas of calm in my work. But why is it so hard to achieve?
You would think it’s easier to do nothing than to fill that nothingness with something of beauty. Not for me.
Calm is scary if you’re not in its habit. It’s like that silence in conversations that makes us awkward. Yet we also long for periods of silence. I would say we even need silence.
Right now I’m working with “degrees of calm.” I’m not ready for blank calmness and I may never be. But I can do less and that is a degree of calm.