I’ve been in somewhat of a state of simmering, sniveling discontent since about Nov 2016. It’s not that injustice didn’t exist before then; it’s more that it wasn’t waved so freely and incitefully in the faces of those with a moral conscience.
So, going to the studio, there has been a certain inadequacy to the paintings of happy dogs. There was guilt in making happy paintings. I should be making angry political statements, exposing the greed and corruption.
Thing is, the greed and corruption isn’t exactly new, and I wasn’t making angry statement pieces before. Maybe painting dogs that make me smile is my antidote.
So, here is Barney and a daffodil.