Progress, Mojitos and No Cutting Corners

For the record I really hate doing this.

I hate showing you the skeleton of my painting. It's naked. Without clothes. I'm slowly building the bone structure and muscles and then many hours...many, many hours from now she will be ready for her hot date with you. The public. But I promised I would do this and so I shall. This is the 3rd layer on my latest painting. I've added the "sea glass green" shapes and the blue-grey organic shapes and vines. Next up will be the 4th layer which will be more of the same but in different colors. I am already pretty excited about this and my experiment working backwards for me is already fueling new ideas for more paintings.

Oh did I mention I got off work super early today? What did I decide to do?

Paint.

Not go to a movie or out shopping or out on a nice sunny patio for a mojito....paint. PAINT.

But a mojito sounds kinda good.

I wanted to include this shot because one of the nicest compliments I ever got about my art was from an art collector. (He owns a Cy Twombly) He said he admired that I painted the edges of my gallery wrapped canvas because so many artists are sloppy and don't finish the painting that way.

My theory is- it is part of the canvas. It is showing. It is still part of your painting AND I have no intention of framing it so it needs to look pretty.

The extra effort is mojito worthy yes?

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