Thursday, 22 March 2012
And at the same time (as what I wrote about in my last post), monumental frustration. Why am I not yet painting the bigger, braver, more interesting paintings that I would like to? Am I stuck, or am I just 'trying to push the river'? Perhaps the sense of circularity, of not bursting out into deeper, more confident worlds of colour and form, is just the way it is. Perhaps there's no way to make the plant grow any faster, or with some sense of plan that is anything other than that which is intrinsic to its cells.
Slowness is hard to learn.