I don’t know if other artists go through the existential angst I get trying to select paintings for an exhibit. To be honest, pricing them is worse, but, that’s another issue altogether.
I rounded up my frames today and counted what I had it what sizes. Then, I grabbed a plastic container of paintings and locked myself in the camper to start culling. I ended up with two piles, no and maybe.
So far, I have, on the second cull, to drop 14 of the 11×14 inch pile and only 3 to cut from the smaller paintings. My mounting tape is supposed to arrive on Saturday, so I still don’t have to panic completely. Also, I won’t frame until closer to the exhibit because I may still do something I want better between now and then.
Why am I rushing for an exhibit that isn’t opening until July? My June calendar is insane. I have several workshops on the docket, as well as a residency, and will be out of town for a celebration of life ceremony. And, quite frankly, I need to go fishing sooner than later for my mental health’s sake. Pesco, ergo sum.
I do have an exhibit title, and two possible choices for the poster. It’s called Against the Sky. PS. Let me know if you have a preference for the poster choice since I hate picking these.
Fireweed.
Fall sky.
Both are 11×14 inch watercolours.
Doug Rutherford 