Sunday, May 8, 2011
When to chuck it...
My brother thought his photo of Venice would be a natural partner to the piece. I stretched another huge linen canvas and began painting a month and a half ago. I had a great title: The Bridge of $ighs.
Yesterday, as I was explaining the work in progress to a visitor in Studio 3 I remembered something I learned as a writer. Whenever I had a play of words that required research to perfect (this was long before the internet made such quests a snap), the effort expended was an inverse proportion to the likelihood it would be used. Unless someone had been to Venice, this painting would always require explanation. So, yesterday, I chucked it, whiting out the piece.