The last two weeks felt like a roller coaster’s slow steady climb to the top of the first lift hill. 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.
ABOVE: Comm Ave, oil on linen panel, 8 x 8 inches (20 x 20 cm), 09/07/11