looking at it now i am unmoved by those deliberate drips...and the color, while dream like in it's monotones leaves me kinda cold.
an old friend, who knows my financial circumstances and also knows i'm prone to recycling my own canvases, once sent me fifty dollars to let this particular painting remain as is. i agreed and have spent the last few years wondering why.
maybe i've lost touch with my original concept here but the lack of color and the very thin application of paint is so not what i do when i'm painting.
so after several years i've taken the piece off the wall; an action which usually means the painting as we know it, will soon cease to exist. and will soon reemerge in an unrecognizable form.
i don't intend to paint over the subject matter, but i need to add some color, some texture....some, me.
so, with apologies to jim i begin the process ...
here are some ideas i am playing with.
watercolor on paper