I've been working as many hours in the studio as I did when I was in school. Sometimes it just works out...nobody is ill, no pressing projects outside of the studio, no business that can't be dealt with next week, and I'm not even tired at night. It's been very fulfilling. When I was a young little punk'n, this is how I pictured my life as an artist. Working furiously...or quietly, feeling that magic, painting from my heart, and swimming in the smells of oils and turp. I didn't realise back in those delusional days how much effort it requires to make a living at it. I'm not complaining, I'm just still sometimes surprised.
I have the heating cranked in the studio and everything I can fit under lights, speed drying. I was wondering today what would happen if I put paintings in the oven. It would probably create fatal fumes and that's probably not a good idea.
This painting is interesting. I know what my original idea was, but it's changing as I work. For anyone who cares to comment, what do you think the red ribbons tying the two figures together symbolize?