Trashing the Studio

Yesterday I leveled my studio. Today I wade through and climb over the creative destruction that resulted in a new painting. Time is condensed when I paint and there is usually some memory loss. I have no memory of trashing my painting room. Last week as I primed on my sun porch the big plastic container of gesso mysteriously was left partially closed. I believe the memory loss associated with intense painting sometimes sneaks over and onto canvas construction. I was furiously priming the canvas and picked up the gesso to shake. The top came loose and the gesso spewed all over the sun porch. Gesso is a lovely opaque paint like substance, so its’ mark is permanent and unforgiving, especially in large quantities. At this juncture I had the choice of either racing to find rags and towels and clean water, lots of it, or I could continue painting the entire porch. I chose the latter, although the porch is half white and half concrete now. Hmmm…project for another day. Today I will start a new painting and work on a portrait. First at hand is tidying the studio before another paint catastrophe occurs. This process helps me to clean my mind of the past body of work and also set the studio up to be able to work without drowning in piles of the past