I’ve stretched the last painting for next week’s opening at Palette Contemporary. Been listening to Mark Knopfler’s album, “Sailing to Philadelphia”; whilst covered in oil paint. I was inspired to rediscover this musical gem as my daughter studied the facts behind the Revolutionary War. She wanted to figure-out the exact extent to which the current crops of tea-baggers were “off-their-nut”. She has completed “1776” by David McCullough, watched the HBO mini-series “John Adams” and is now reading “Common Sense” by Thomas Paine. Despite her best efforts to discover a religious underpinning to our constitution… she has concluded… nope, no theocracy here.
I spent the past month promising myself a brief requiem from the pressure of preparing for solo exhibitions… once I pass the opening of next week’s October show. However, today, as the last painting was set outside to bake in the desert sun, I began my plans for two wall-sized canvases. Although, I’m sure it is nothing more than a tactic to continue to stink of linseed oil from now until the close of winter. -North