I still don’t have a finished painting that is good enough to put on a postcard.
I need to finish the larger canvases.
The few that seem close to being “done” seem equally deserving of being set into a roaring fire.
I need boldness, big brushes and brash strokes.
What I have is timidity, the tiny brush and the endless noodling.
Psychological paralysis and incessant worry.
If something doesn’t change soon, I don’t know what will happen with my May show.
If I set tiny paintings ten feet apart and say, “I meant to do that,” do you think anyone will believe me?
