It’s a nice 20″x16″ gallery-wrapped canvas, which has literally been in progress for more than three years. In 2008 I sent it off to Charlotte, NC to be part of a group exhibition even though I was totally unhappy with it and thought it was a murky mess. It’s been tinkered with off and on since then, and then I hung it over the cage where my pet chinchillas Ford and Arthur live and it acquired an impressive coating of dust and fur along the edges.

Tonight I added some gold ink to the lower left corner, and some gold and green paint to the upper left, and was still just not feeling it. I just literally could. not. care. less. if I ever finished this damn thing. It had become just completely utterly boring to me, and if I’m not excited about it, why should I expect anyone else do give a damn?

Last night as I was trying to get to sleep, a strange idea popped into my mind about what to do with this painting, which I tried to ignore because it’s a little out there and totally irreversible. But after realizing tonight I’m at a total dead end with this thing I decided to just go for it. After all, every thing I’ve ever made that was really good or interesting has come from hitting a wall and then finding some unexpected way to push past it. So…

Off those stretchers with you, canvas! And then…

Snip, snip, snip! Lots of little canvas strips! They’re nice and flexible, and I took care to try to keep interesting pieces of the imagery together. I finally felt like I was doing something interesting with this painting instead of continuing to keep exploring the same dead end paths in the labyrinth.

Here’s my idea: some sort of wrap/cuff bracelet thing. Not sure yet if it’ll work but I’m looking forward to experimenting with it. Which is much better than the kind of bored “I’m going to slog through finishing this damn painting if it kills me!” thing I was doing before. I’m thinking maybe some sort of stitching or beading or wire along the edges, painting the inside, possibly a thin coat of resin on the outside to seal everything up really well. Some kind of metal clasp thing perhaps…

I remembered the semester I spent in Rome during art school. I was a painting major but ended up spending most of my time working on collage books.  I had a conversation with a painting grad student one day, who was very surprised when I said I was a painting major. He said he always thought I was a jewelry person because I was so fashionable. Which I thought was funny since that’s the last thing I am, but I guess he meant that I didn’t wear baggy paint-covered pants or something. And maybe he was right, maybe I am a jewelry person after all. This is very interesting…an artistic identity crisis? I’m thinking of ways to combine collage/digital collage and jewelry…I still want to finish these damn paintings though. Even though I’m really thinking I might be kind of really over making paintings…

Here are the main pieces I’m hoping to finish (crappy photos, sorry!)