Social distancing and quasi-quarantine measures continue and escalate. Virtually every operation in my studio building has come to a screeching halt, which means that I am usually the only one there--certainly the only person on the 2nd floor. While it seems entirely too quiet, it does feel relatively safe in terms of avoiding contact with others. And so I continue to go in, and to gaze out the windows, and to paint what I see.
Looking, really looking, at these views is revelatory. Sometimes you have to do a lot of looking before you SEE. And SEEING is the most important skill of a perceptual painter. It is a lifetime's work. That may all sound like voodoo, but it's not. (For the curious, I have written more about what it means to "see" here).
I'm illustrating this post with a painting of an apartment building across the street from my studio. I have looked at it thousands of times, and I love the way the stark whiteness of it reflects nice light into my space. But until I started to paint it, I had not really SEEN it.
"White Apartment Building" 8 x 12, Oil on Linen (c) Lesley Powell 2020 |
And so, I will never look at that building the same. I treasure this little painting for the way it helped teach me to SEE!
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