7th February 2012.

Painting seems to be something to do with constructing a surface for consideration; assessing it, seeking ways forward suggested by it, being careful not to be too pleased with it; and then scraping it off and putting up the next modification of that surface for consideration. Doing it again and again until something happens. This morning I started a piece on paper, trying to think about the pink and yellow painting that I’d put aside a week or two back. Already by 10.30 there have been 3 possible versions that looked fine; but then scraped back and re-made because they weren’t quite enough and were maybe too easy. So…when to stop in this process? What is it I’m looking for? It seems you only know what you are looking for when you have found it. To think you know what you want or like in a painting does show a remarkable failure of imagination. Surely you can only know what you have liked. 

The things I liked about the pink and yellow painting (the things that made me stop working on it and put it to one side for a while) seem, as usual, to be the things that are now in the way of the painting progressing. Mid-morning I finally decided to paint out some of those things and open up the painting again. To try to get at the painting again and grasp it as one complete thing. That’s the plan anyway…