Today I took a large number (a painfully large number!) of canvases to the transfer station. That is the local euphemism for dump. I loaded them in the car along with some beat up furniture, a badly mangled snow shovel and other junk and they are now gone. Some of the work was unfinished, others not successful and some, well, I just didn't feel like they represented the vision I see for myself now. My hope is that a cleaner studio will lead the way to some great painting this fall.
I rescued the above painting, which was at the back of a closet. This painting was done at Riley's lock where the canal meets the Potomac River, probably in 2010. Here's what I like about it: the depth of the space; the way that you can see both arches yet you are drawn to look through the arch on the right; the warm abstraction of the intercutting of stone, tree branches and light on the far right and the cool light on the far left.