I’m preempting Jer’s day on this blog to announce, TA-DA, that I opened The Box. Now my circling and anxieties were not entirely about whether the paintings are any good. I worried that they might have been damaged, however carefully they were wrapped. I worried that some insect might be eating away at the paintings as I worried. I worried that I couldn’t handle the size in my studio, which is usually big enough but never Big. I worried that somehow the linen would end up scattered on the floor, trampled on, laughed at, cut in two.
What I mean is that I was a trifle neurotic. I played my flute long and seriously before I opened that end of the box. I even laid it on top to allow its good spirit to penetrate.
I emptied out the studio and Jer and I carried in a second table so the stretching work might be facilitated.
Unrolling the bundle from its lavishly papered state, the first color appeared:
It look OK. Then further along, lots of color appeared:
The Amargosa, panels 1 (masonite 12 x 16) and 1 (linen) 4′ x 5′
Awwwwwwwww. It’s OK.
All that angst for this? Yep, it was a big project and an intense project, a time and place that still reverberates in my fingers and gut, the project of a lifetime. So a little neurosis was called for, no? –June