When I complete a work (or think I have), I leave the painting around the house, against a chair, table leg, on the back of a sofa or anywhere I can really view the painting. There it may sit for days, weeks, months even. I glance at it, bird like, from time to time; anytime I'm in its space - washing dishes, just fiddling around. Sometimes I'll stop and study the painting from another angle, and so it goes - that invisible seeking within the painting.
There are times when I am dead certain that a work was painted in gold itself. If I see the picture begin to falter and dim: it's time we share the "garbage walk."
Sometimes a certain work/painting that had been sitting around for a time, one of which I had little hope begins to move and stretch out like is creating its own space. The painting begins to dance. It's then I hear a sound, the work's own sound, maybe. And I continue to work on the painting.
That is why I paint.
Christopher Lantz
There are times when I am dead certain that a work was painted in gold itself. If I see the picture begin to falter and dim: it's time we share the "garbage walk."
Sometimes a certain work/painting that had been sitting around for a time, one of which I had little hope begins to move and stretch out like is creating its own space. The painting begins to dance. It's then I hear a sound, the work's own sound, maybe. And I continue to work on the painting.
That is why I paint.
Christopher Lantz