The Rebellious Curator

I hadn't been at the studio much since I took quarantine a few weeks ago, and it felt odd to be there today. The room seemed strangely desolate and quiet. When I turned the radio on, a melancholy ballad from the 70's was playing, and it instantly inspired me to paint. With ML on the easel, I sat down, looked at her face, and waited for her to speak. She did not. I rebelliously took one of my oldest, scratchiest brushes and dabbed into some partially dried burnt sienna. I then searched areas in the background that needed definition and quickly and deliberately, applied it to the landscape. I did the same with some crusty sap green that had been on the palette since March. In just a few minutes, I beheld the results I was looking for in what had been a consistently troublesome negative space. The thing with DaVinci is the constant action of slowly building up thin layers of colour in order to softly define structure without the use of any lines.

And that was all I did today.