Framed

The beginning of this record illustrates the construction of stretched canvasses. I had anticipated the gallery wrapped canvasses would preclude the need for frames. After a few aborted attempts at painting on canvas I determined the scale and surface wasn't going to work. By "work" I mean: meet my sense of aesthetic rightness in process and result. The sense of what is right changes over time--sometimes in the course of a single painting.

Early in the process I determined to follow that sense of rightness regardless of what direction it lead. That resulted in a body of work on paper with a severely limited palette that would require framing under glass.

I don't have the temperament to be a framer. I don't have the resources to hire one. One of the ironies of my career is the amount of time I spend framing.

I have spent the last several weeks cutting mats, mounting paintings, cutting, cleaning and installing glass, sweeping up shards, and installing hanging hardware.

32 down, 8 to go.