I started into a group of new paintings tonight. I have 8 canvases set up in my little basement studio and I started painting on 6 of them. I’ll add the other two and more into the mix sometime later.  I mentioned in an earlier post that I’ve been stalling.

All I can say about tonight’s work is that I laid down some paint. I had a starting point in mind (you have to start somewhere) but my mind was racing way beyond that even as I was brushing in the first tentative little ideas.

The beginnings of paintings are both everything and nothing. The first session sets a kind of tone for the activity to follow, but at the same time, I know I’ll be wrestling my way through dozens of ideas, motifs, and so on along the way, leaving the beginning marks as ancient history, to be buried and forgotten.