November 21, 2007
Every man of my generation knows the song “Wipeout” by the Safaris. Back in the day we beat out the rhythm to that song on any make-shift percussion surface we could find, be it desk, table, whatever. Tonight I did a wipeout of my daily painting. Even a good artist can have a bad day and trying to salvage a painting that is not working is futile and ultimately frustrating. I set myself up for this piece to crash. Against my better instincts I broke out the blending brushes and pretended that I was Johannes Vermeer. I can’t lose sight of the purpose of the daily paintings. I will break for Thanksgiving and get back to the easel on Friday.