The last two weeks felt like a roller coaster’s slow steady climb. Then the front car crested the first peak and it was look out below, full of shrieks, hollers and incredulous smiles: id, parking pass, bank loan, orientation, materials, moving out, moving in, classes, assignments, receptions, meeting colleagues and instructors. Commuting for a couple hours each day is intense but not impossible. While I’ve had the good fortune to be a student in many excellent schools, being a member of Boston University’s fine arts graduate painting program at this time in my life is a much appreciated privilege.
A week of rain and fog provided soft edges and low contrast for a painting from my new studio. It was rushed between appointments, an image on top of a previous painting. The surface was not absorbent and the paint felt too slippery. After making arrangements for a month it was good to actually paint.
Comm Ave, oil on linen panel, 8 x 8 inches (20 x 20 cm), 09/07/11
