the thing about a painting is that it will stay, open, while you figure out how deep you're ready to go with it. how and deep being two different planets of it. It's like it's pure space. It isn't why I do it. It is just so nice. To feel absolutely free to take my time.
I was going to say that paintings, in this way, are different than people. But I don't know. This same canvas had no patience for me at all until now.
Seems like it's more about my view of it, than what it is, actually is, that decides. This relationship. oil paint. whether there's space. time. or not.
Not entirely, or course. But this canvas, it didn't change since the last time I looked at, and tonight, I can see so much more in it. I don't know where it's going between us. Just that there's a pulse to this thing.
That's familiar, too.