The creation of the painting above, Resurrected, started 2 years ago. It was an unusually convoluted and difficult process. I began in my habitual way by building forms using cut paper and modeling paste. I gave it color - gray-greens, Payne's grey, etc. After monkeying around with it for a couple of weeks, I hated it and never brought it into the house - into public view. It landed on the floor of my studio and, within a month, I turned around so that I didn't have to look at it. During my next fallow period, I thought perhaps I could redeem the canvas if I could just peel or scrape off the glued paper forms. No such luck - they were glued within an inch of their life. I took the two canvases apart and tried to squeeze it into my garbage can but it wouldn't fit. So, I relegated it to the garden, hoping that a few months of cold and rain would soften it so that I could either peel off the paper or crush it more easily for disposal. I examined it periodically looking for signs of decomposition. Nothing. After 6 months of outdoor abuse, it looked as good - if you can call it that - as the day it was painted.
In August of 2016, after a summer of travel and family falderall, I was eager to get back to work. Unfortunately, I had neglected to purchase a supply of fresh canvases. While wandering around the yard, frustrated with the need to work but without the means to do so, I saw the pair of canvases in their burial spot by the gardening bin. I was needy, it was available and I brought it back into the studio thinking I would cover the shapes with a thicker dose of modeling paste and then begin a new image. But after reattaching the panels, applying a pound of paste, allowing it to dry and painting a neutral ground I found that the original form was still there. But it looked softer, worn and inviting. It had acquired a plaintive tone and the shapes had cohesion. It asked me to continue to uncover, meditate, communicate, listen, try again. The latent form guided me and I am pleased that I found the painting that was there. The painting is not pretty, but it's truthful. This piece that was discarded, neglected, abused and unwanted but in spite of all that endured and waited until I could see it's heart and soul.