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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
. . . collaged on canvas
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I have yet to apply one speck of paint to a canvas. . . it's like I have some sort of mental paralysis. I know I need to get to work, but I have no inspiration. I can't even make a decent collage. However, I did take a couple of pieces of scrap canvas, probably about 9" x 12", and collage papers to it using the Liquitex gloss medium and varnish. The collages themselves aren't very good, but I may be reduced to showing them to you anyway, unless I get busy today. But the good news is that should I decide to incorporate collage elements into my paintings, I think they will stick. After the canvases had dried, I tugged and pulled on them in every direction, rolled them up, and just generally abused them and the papers held tight.
Then I had the brilliant idea of trying to recreate one of the small collages in a larger size on canvas. I taped around the edge of another scrap canvas, glued down all the elements, and when I was finished, I used an exacto knife to cut away any stray papers that were glued on top of the tape. How brilliant was that? I not only cut away the stray papers, I also cut through the tape, through the canvas, and into the pink styrofoam surface of my paint table. Then to try to save the thing, I trimmed off all the remaining bits of canvas and turned it upside down on my table. I used my brayer on the backside to make sure everything was flat and attached. Unfortunately the collage was still damp from the gloss medium, and when I picked up the collage, a lot of it stayed stuck to the paint table. So that collage is a total disaster. What was I thinking? Apparently, I wasn't thinking at all.
I saw a tape of John Updike on TV, reading one of his essays, about golf. Updike apparently had the true fanatic's love of the game. We live on a golf course, and our house gets hit with the stray hook or slice occasionally. Updike made those golfing mishaps sound intellectual. I can't believe that I have never read even one of his books. I intend to change that soon.