It's just occurring to me (I'm a little slow) that these ink paintings from the fall of 2014 are the true antecedents to the ink paintings that I'm doing now. And that previous to that- actually as far back as 2009- I started allowing "drippiness" in my acrylic paintings. I was pretty horrified at the time- for some reason, my idea of what "good art" was did not include DRIPS. I was very narrow-minded. I forged ahead by the sheer force of my will to not listen to "the voices in my head"- the ones that were telling me that drips were anathema and the holy grail surely involved an over-sized canvas of bold, measured marks. I wanted to do it- so, goddammit- I was going to allow myself to do it.
I don't remember what moved me, at some point later, to start experimenting with ink on paper. Maybe I was chasing THE ULTIMATE DRIP. And I don't remember, because there was wine involved, exactly what J. McLaughlin said to me one night about the perfect meeting of media and substrate... ie, the sublime interaction between water, ink, and beautiful papers. But it made a lot of sense, and I now think about that magic meeting all the time. Far from hating drips, at this point I practically live for the thrill, and frankly the physical relief and release of watching the unpredictable trajectory of ink moving through water across the surface of paper. And these are lovely papers, all with different properties and eliciting different results each time. It's somehow exciting and profoundly relaxing all at the same time. Like maybe exactly how you might want your life to be. But just for a minute!
So anyhoot, I started doing these ink paintings (above) a couple of years ago- don't ask me why. Which led to the paintings I'm doing now, which I feel are evolving slowly and will surely someday see a seismic shift. As a funny aside, Marlaina Buch pointed out to me that if you google the word "ink", the last painting shown here comes up on the first page. Ha ha! Again- DON'T ASK ME WHY.