The eye never gets enough of looking – Ecclesiastes - Kohelet.
The other day I was preoccupied with finding a book that I kept in the first floor bathroom – technical on oils, out of print. It’s important to have something to read at all times. But this book had decided to migrate to another surface without so much as a murmur and I spent hours trying to locate it and it was just beneath a pile of books on top of another pile of books in a book case in my bedroom on the second floor. Huge sigh of relief. I also found another book in the meantime on the history of tea and coffee which I found miraculously comforting during my agitated search. But I wasn’t fooled. I knew that my quest for the missing book was a sham, a substitute – a procrastination to which I was helpless to resist.
I wanted this book of course because it had within it the magic formula which I promptly read and fell asleep leaving the actual act of doing, the painting for the following day.
canvas paper 9"x12" oil
detail oil canvas 24"x24"
oil canvas 24"x24" in progress