This will always be an action painting to me. Not in the art history sense, but in the sense of something alive, something that evolved into its current state.
I worked on this piece intermittently for an entire day-- this little 8x10 that was supposed to be an easy exercise. I watched it grow and change as the day advanced; at one point, it seemed near completion. The colors were beautiful, all soft-focus and placid-- a very different work.
Then, with one stroke, I destroyed that feeling. I panicked and almost threw the painting in the trash.
But, this tree would not allow me to do so. I had to keep going, to find a new answer. I had to give up my own plans and let the piece dictate each brush stroke.
Despite my flawed technique, this work now speaks to a deep place within me.
Concerning the Spiritual in Art
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