There is a blank canvas beautifully primed waiting for me at my open air studio. I really like to follow the ritual of applying successive layers of gesso and carefully sanding the canvas in between each coat.

I am still disolving my self in leaving the doted marks on the canvas. It is like breathing in and breathing out, synchronizing the release of the brush with paint and then removing it.

The painting with the dots is progressing. Each dot is intentional and deliberately affirmative. Each dot has an individuality. I do not want to make them a conglomorate, a collective packed together. The dot has to remain a dot…