Perseverance tips the scales

I'm at the difficult point where I can work all morning on detail - the numbers on the weights, the lines on the ruler, the separations between each dollar bill, the coins (again) - and feel like I've gotten nowhere. Yet when I leave the room and come back, I can see the sharpening, the incremental addition of clarity. I feel so far from done and so ready to stop, but I will persevere.

I've done my assigned amount for today, so off it goes to the drying room, down I go for a nap. When I get up, maybe mix color for the sugar bowl.

Working from my newly created schedule, I completed a first layer of the paper money and all the coins. Some of the coins got a third or fourth layer of pattern. Worked hard on the integrating the edges.Another layer on the background- a dark green silk drape with a subtle suggestion of folds. There's a long day ahead of working on the face of the bills and the notches on the weight's center bar, and the tops of the weights. Then it will be complete.


It's snowing and being in my studio with windows on three sides is like being inside a snow globe. Beautiful, even, cool light.

Updates and a new title

First Equilibrium. This one is really about my opinion that the produce that sits in the supermarket warehouse and is chosen for 'shipability' is often tasteless. This morning I worked all over the top of the chest, plus the highlights on the fruit and the scale and far background. I had an 'aha' moment and am changing the title to Profit & Loss.


Next Grind. I spent yesterday mostly heightening what was there. Don't know if the background of wood grain will read over the Internet but it's about a bazillion tiny wiggly lines and their shadows. I still have the last two boards on the far right to do, and the corn silk falling over the right side of the grinder. Otherwise, it's pretty close to done.

Griding and drawing a new canvas that I gessoed this morning.
I'm working toward my first show at Mason Murer Fine Art. I've changed galleries in Atlanta. In brief, Huff Harrington and I parted amicably, and Mason Murer, whom I admire and esteem, has welcomed me with open arms. How great is that?