Lines

From 2010 September

Work in progress, acrylic on canvas, 28"x28"

I've been looking at fences--through fences. They're everywhere here in New Mexico. To keep cattle in. To stop people from entering building sites. They're blown down, punctuated. Things fill their holes. And they screen and frame.

Not sure if this is god-awful or if I like it.

I've been paying attention to the direction of the stroke -- does it start in the middle, or at the edge. Where does the stroke "exhaust" itself.

I've also been trying to load up the brush with paint. Tonight I tried using almost no water to dilute, and used glazing liquid. It's a hard habit to break. But I realized that I was spraying my palettes (I'm using muffin tins and butcher's trays), and by the end, I'd have washes. So I was working thinner and thinner instead of thinner to thick. Kind of silly I didn't notice that before.