Thursday, September 2, 2010
I started the next painting, excitingly titled "Untitled #3" - bet you didn't see that one coming. I pretty much agree with Rauschenberg that paintings are like children: you have to name them something. The trouble is choosing a name that leaves the viewer to interpret as they wish. "Untitled" seems so much less intriguing than, say, "Ortho" , or even "Fred".
However, I am now going to scrap that new canvas and start again. It took a bit of soul-searching to decide that, after all, several hours went into laying it out and blocking in some colors. But in the end I believe it will pay off.
Unfortunately I decided to try and reuse a canvas and the uneven layer of paint is preventing me from achieving the smooth surface and lines that I want, despite sanding and gessoing. The brush sticks and drags as it goes across the old paint in an annoying way that doesn't happen on a nice, fresh canvas. Luckily, since I stretch my own it will "only" involve pulling the old canvas off (embedding a few staples in fingers as I go) and stretching a new canvas onto the bars.
Really, it's for the best. Now I know not to reuse canvas for these flat planes. But will I ever learn anything without making a mistake first?