Picasso.... thinkingI have been working hard lately, feeling a great deal of passion and commitment to my work. It has been a great week. Mostly though there is a great deal of satisfaction with these paintings which are now drying in the basement.
The temperature tonight is going down to -16 degrees C. When it gets this cold, because we live in a ‘Century Farm’ we drain the water from our pipes to prevent it from freezing. It’s a quick procedure, open up two taps in the basement, turn the water off at the pump and everything drains.
I was doing this tonight, before going to bed and had a look at the paintings from the past week or so. Imagine by shock, when I saw that they were all covered in tiny marks, Upon a closer inspection I could actually see that these marks are that of a mouse. There are 10, still wet, paintings with footprints on them. I gave one a slight rub to see if the marks will come off, alas no. The paintings are so wet they smudge if you touch them.
The first question is a philosophical one, are the mouse prints now a part of the paintings or a complete lack of judgement on my part? What do I do with them? A part of me says to leave them alone, call them ‘the mouse paintings’ but the more serious part of me is frantic. Ten paintings equals a sizeable part of my salary for a couple of months.
I have decided to leave them alone, let them dry and see if I can clean them up afterwards. If they don’t clean up, then a mouse has made a much bigger statement than I have in the sense that there is a contradiction here. As a landscape painter who has a sincere love of the natural world, living with nature, alongside it, is a big part of my philosophy. I wonder what Picasso would do? A solo show perhaps, “The Mouse Paintings!” Would you come to see it?
The temperature tonight is going down to -16 degrees C. When it gets this cold, because we live in a ‘Century Farm’ we drain the water from our pipes to prevent it from freezing. It’s a quick procedure, open up two taps in the basement, turn the water off at the pump and everything drains.
I was doing this tonight, before going to bed and had a look at the paintings from the past week or so. Imagine by shock, when I saw that they were all covered in tiny marks, Upon a closer inspection I could actually see that these marks are that of a mouse. There are 10, still wet, paintings with footprints on them. I gave one a slight rub to see if the marks will come off, alas no. The paintings are so wet they smudge if you touch them.
The first question is a philosophical one, are the mouse prints now a part of the paintings or a complete lack of judgement on my part? What do I do with them? A part of me says to leave them alone, call them ‘the mouse paintings’ but the more serious part of me is frantic. Ten paintings equals a sizeable part of my salary for a couple of months.
I have decided to leave them alone, let them dry and see if I can clean them up afterwards. If they don’t clean up, then a mouse has made a much bigger statement than I have in the sense that there is a contradiction here. As a landscape painter who has a sincere love of the natural world, living with nature, alongside it, is a big part of my philosophy. I wonder what Picasso would do? A solo show perhaps, “The Mouse Paintings!” Would you come to see it?
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