After a long trip I have the opportunity to look at my previous paintings in a fresh and new way. My friends give me grief for being overly harsh in my judgments, but I think that distance plus time equals an open mind. Travel has allowed me to become detached from the feeling I sometimes have that I MUST to love my work and allows me the freedom to see them as if they weren't mine at all. I think you understand what I mean.
All of that to say: I still like this one.
It fits in with my recent sketchbook sensibility of the long road and could fold nicely into a new series of pieces I am contemplating about roads and where they lead.
Slowly but surely I have made my way through the transition of traveling to being home. I've done loads of laundry, filled my empty refrigerator and pantry with good food, and put away my art supplies. Today, I even painted!
Do you like Keith Jarrett? I do. And I still like this piece, too. Hope you do.
