THIS WAS my first attempt at a canvas this size (48×60). The scale takes some getting used to, yet I have limited room to store paintings this big.
I like its simplicity, but it didn’t evoke a strong enough feeling in me. I see a person prostrate doing pushups, but what does that mean? I don’t even like pushups.
The paint was thin. But the bones of a painting were there.
THREE YEARS LATER I flipped the canvas and added a number of details that would become part of the final painting.
But it still didn’t hang together. The disparate elements were not vibrant enough or connected to each other, made into a harmonious whole.
THIS IS WHAT it looks like today after two weeks in my garage, where I worked on it almost daily. It now tells a different story.
While I may continue to tweak here and there, the painting feels done.
It remains mysterious, but is no longer random.