Finished this yesterday. I favor this simple color scheme. Mainly because it feels like my own. That is, when I look at it I'm not reminded of some other painter, and other paintings. Gray and orange. It also has future potential. The gray can be modified, as well as the orange. To bring about a more harmonious combination.
And the welded pieces are becoming more personal. More individual, without being too isolated from their neighbors. I refuse to give up on the torch. It's a tool that keeps on burning. I've used it for over sixty years, and am as fascinated as ever with the blue-white flame.
It's important for contemporary artists to establish their own technique. Their unique style that can only come into the world through prolonged experience. Even if they resist having a style it still will be a style. Call it their anti-style.
That being said, lately I've been tinkering with the idea of blending in. Of not trying to be so distinctive. So singular. Not making a sacred cow of originality. Accepting my ordinariness. My namelessness. No need to fear being a mere drop in the ocean. Take more pleasure in being overlooked. Enjoy your marginalization. Celebrate oblivion. Why shouldn't it feel good?
