I am enjoying my temporary guest room studio. I like the chaos of bubble wrapped paintings stacked randomly on boxes and bins. I like the two cats sprawled on couch and box, competing for territory. I like my small table where every inch is valuable and shifting items has become an art. I like peeking through the open door at my tennis obsessed husband cheering match after match. I mostly like the new intimacy of my new work. At 5" x 10" they are the smallest paintings ever. They are so small I had to go buy a really tiny brush to get enough detail.
In addition to allowing me to paint in a limited work space, these new works have made me think about expansion and contraction of size and scale. The scenes in the paintings are massive and monumental, yet the actual size of the work is miniature. How much information can a small painting contain? This experiment is making me take more care since there is limited space to communicate. How can I increase the subtly and amount of information held in each brush stroke or form? When does the palm of our hand become an entire world or universe? On the other side, once I am in my new studio, I want to experiment with large paintings and see what that will do to my mind.