New Ink and Acrylic on Cotton, Waiting and waiting...

Happy day at McGuffey to find two large cradled boards to mount a new ink painting!  Hurray for the free corner!  Thanks to the universe and thanks to Helen Frankenthaler, from whom all blessings flow...get it?  Flow?!?!?? It's funny!  Really, it is! OK, that's a cheeeeesyyyyy joke, Frankenthaler forgive me.  She was the abstract expressionist who began pouring paint onto unprimed canvas on the floor, so that it stained the canvas, so that it flowed, like time, like a river.  Like the universe.  Hmmm...

So I started with these boards, stretched unprimed cotton over them, and underpainted a layer of creamy butter yellow and Japanese Sumi-e ink, then two pours, 36 hours apart, and still waiting for the second to dry.  But...epiphany!  Epiphany!  These are NOT just paintings I am making.  Not at all.  This is time, and this is magic and beautiful, in the flow of NOW, each instant of water and color and ink moving and becoming.  Each of these moments is part of the art of it, not just the completed painting that hangs on the wall, but the act of making, the act of observing this interaction of water and air and color and time.  I have not figured it all out, but I feeeeel it swirling around in my head.  Documenting the pours and the flow needs to be shared, an integral part of the work that will hang on the wall of some very very lucky art lover. 

Hmmm...