I got back from Madrid, Spain about three weeks ago. It’s taken me awhile to get back into the swing of my studio life. In fact, I haven’t been painting at all. I find myself reading, socializing and drawing in my sketch book more than anything, all while having a nagging feeling that I should be making paintings in the studio. (Agh! That obligatory should.) I’d like to think that not painting will eventually result in some kind of fruitful period of making; that it’s important to give yourself time to think and breathe- but as it’s happening I struggle to believe this. In general I’ve been thinking a lot about belief, and how over the span of my life my own beliefs have changed or slowly been dismantled through the experiences I’ve had. Painting almost feels like a last ditch effort to believe in something…(More on this eventually.)
While in Madrid I did a lot of drawing from old master paintings. When you sit and draw a painting for two hours you really realize how much there is to see. It’s almost impossible to see everything, but it totally enriches the viewing experience and gives you a new perspective on work that I might have otherwise overlooked. Below are some of my drawings along side the original paintings I drew from.