I had a long, rambling post half-written about how I feel I've progressed with my painting lately. The more I thought about it and tried putting it all into words, the more I felt like I was ruining the experience for myself.
"The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club."
Maybe it was a little like that. Or maybe it was the superstitious part of me that feels like if I admit to myself I'm having a growth spurt then the growth might stop.
As l look back over the past week or so, I find it interesting the relationships between paintings. These circle paintings weren't intended to be studies but it looks like they end up being just that.
Strangely the process of the circle layering is much more interesting for me. It's all about experimenting and seeing how the colors layer and react to each other. I find myself thinking of a volcano, the way it spews out magma and runs down the sides. Each time I add a new color is another eruption. In the next painting, I have a good idea of how the colors will play together so I can focus more of my attention on composition.
As for the rest, I think I'm going to leave that unsaid. Right now I'm enjoying the process and the results. I think it's time to leave well enough alone.