Someone asked me what was the last picture I painted and it was canvas below.
I am still having a lot of trouble getting back into the studio. It seems to have to do with existential questions about what is important. It also has to do with how hard I want to work at moving the stuff out into the world so that it doesn't clutter up my garage! Mundane concerns do stop me, sad to say.
But last night I saw a documentary about DAvid Hockney from the National Portrait Gallery in London.
David Hockney to me is not a particular talent....not certainly like Lucien Freud, Francis Bacon or say Picasso.
But although Freud, Bacon and Picasso were all original , exceedingly imaginative talents and prolific , I wouldn't want to look at their art all day while I could live with that of David Hockney, especially the earlier oils evoking "isolation".
I salute the big three ( Freud, Bacon and Picasso) as geniuses, I want to see their exhibits but I don't want to live with their work on the walls of my house. ( If I did own one of them ( choke), it would be in a museum or on an auction block somewhere...so it's a moot point)
But Hockney has shown up everyday and has done the work, even taking a year off from his home in California to paint the double portraits in London. And he, like any recognized artist continues to do his art everyday, in his case drawing and painting and make it the focus of his life.
He doesn't care what the critics say about his watercolor double portraits, the subject of the documentary. AS he says, (paraphrased here) ... they are for me. I am not giving ( or selling) them to the sitters so I don't care what they think.
And he continues to do the work as he has for years without judging himself. And by doing the work, he improves....and.... Obvious, but not so obvious.