I keep hoping that I will enter the studio and it will spill out of me easy and true. It just does not happen. I do not feel comfortable with yesterday's drawing, but it came from me. As usual, I am struggling to find an authentic way to make form, to compose, to find a narrative, to make art that reflects and inspires me. No way this is simple (no matter how much I wish it so). Is this drawing as muddled and unimportant as I see it at this moment? WTF is that cross doing on that guy's head?
On a more encouraging note: Yesterday I did begin to stretch a new canvas. I believe it will take the larger format of painting, the more sustained manner of self-discovery that is painting, to figure this out.
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