According to this blog it’s been almost two months since I’ve done anything creative. You may have thought I abandoned an art career and this blog all together. Thankfully, that’s not true.
I was moving. Yes, I packed up my life in Germany and put everything on pause until we unpacked in El Paso, Texas. I am no longer basking in the epicenter of Europe. Instead I am now testing my identity in the middle of the desert on the border of Mexico. I can only dream of the adventures that lie ahead.
But first things first. I need to get back to work. And here she is. My first stretched and primed canvas in Texas.
Isn’t that delicious? It’s difficult to describe the feeling that I get from painting gesso onto a newly stretched canvas. I might liken it to the satisfaction of icing a cake; or even before that, when you are pouring the batter into the baking pan. It’s like waxing your new car, or shaving. It’s like sticking your hand in cold ground beef to roll out perfectly round little meat balls.
I’ll stop there.
I exclusively stretched this canvas for a new painting I’ve got going. It’s a special request from an important young lady that wants this photo as a painting.
The sketch is done, so the idea is ready to go. All I need to do is pony-up and get some colors on that canvas.