Between Three Trees.
This is the last painting from the marshall house studio where I've been working the last 5 years with well over 400 arts produced, including the entire Pandemic Painting series. There are some good memories here, don't get me wrong, but ultimately I am more than ready for a new start. This studio saw me endure the Covid pandemic, getting fired, a bout with some fleas, and the passing of two beloved pets. Yes, there were good things too, but sometimes the negatives just seem to hang in the air a bit longer.
A good way to end I'd say while very ready for a new start.
Between Three Trees. is about thinking or doing, whether either is more desirable, and perhaps whether contemplating that is in and of itself proof you're worried about the wrong things.
There are times i question whether or not art is worth it; whether I should put my efforts toward something measurably consequential rather than putting paint on a canvas, contemplating, and creating scenes that, while important for my own well-being, may not amount to much more than a very costly visual diary. Is art really an honorable endeavor when I could spend this time volunteering or taking part in the actual day-to-day betterment of my community? Is art effectively a selfish act? If I got a normal job and would that bring fulfillment and an end to this worry?
I think the real answer is that there's a time for both and the real problem is this feeling of guilt and why something that brings me joy also makes me question whether or not that is in and of itself worthwhile.