gesture, in it's truest sense, is a bitch. it's there- waiting, crouching in shadow and then it spews fourth from the brush or the pencil or the nub of charcoal, as untamed and buoyant as a branch broken off in a nyc october blizzard. and then what? how do you handle it?
i'm trying for as honest, as organic a line (or stroke) as possible. from there i go back into it, but i want that first hit to have some sincerity, some meaning if nothing else.
but what if that first hit doesn't work?? what then? much paint has gone down taking care of this eventuality.
in the studio of the powerful MP Landis, i mentioned i had been wasting a lot of paint.
"paints never wasted..." he said.
and i carry on...