Trinity
Latest painting I've done. What feels like a month-long journey actually took place in a mere two nights. And while the painting ended this way, it certainly didn't start this way. I've become very process-oriented now—so process-oriented that the painting will be creating itself, almost directing me, rather than me directing the painting. The painting is its own entity. The challenge is just getting itself through the various layers of my volumed-up ego.
It's my first painting coming back from MICA.
I think I'm going to name it Trinity.
Critique has yet to see the full narrative of its character revealed—initial feelings from the painter after "finishing" this painting can sometimes be skewed by coming off of the art-making roller coaster ride.
It is obvious that I'm stuck on red. This makes three obliquely red, white, and black paintings. This painting wasn't working for me when I refused to use the stark redness of the latex house paint. I brought it almost all the way back to white, did a few strokes of gesso, and then came, out of nowhere, the first spinning dash of red. And suddenly I was enraptured. Suddenly two more appeared, working in harmony and community with the first. There was nothing about this painting that I saw coming.
It feels like an entity existing on the plane of a cave wall—a circular motion, spinning with the direction of something—something, I know not what. Something indeconstructible? Something eschatological? I pray for it to come, but it will be revealed to me only once it is is revealed in me.
I think I'll name it Trinity.