I inadvertently dropped out of the blogosphere while I was binge painting. Yes, I admit it. After our 32 day working trip along US Route 89 and celebrating the return of our younger son Mathew from 5 months in New Zealand on his junior semester abroad, I made my way back into my studio at last. And didn't really emerge until today.
As I was painting away, day after day, I avoided looking at the mass of paintings being stored in my studio. I didn't allow myself to question why I was madly creating a 48" x 60" painting of a wall with a window in it, or why I was making a bunch of small panels of water reflections. I was just so happy to be back at work. Occasionally, I'd come up for breath and those niggling doubts would start to pop up, but I quickly quashed them by making a fast return back to painting.
Then, 3 or 4 weeks ago, my artist friend Patricia Saheriatan contacted me and asked if I'd like to do a solo show in Phoenix. Opening the first week of August. Of course I said yes. It was a complete surprise, and the perfect excuse to stay immersed in my studio. No blogging, no marketing, nothing but painting, painting, painting. It was heaven.
Yesterday I delivered a load of paintings to the gallery in Phoenix.
More about the back story about how I met Patricia, where the gallery is located, and what's involved in putting together a solo show, along with some photos. Tomorrow.