A pitfall of the way I paint--layers and layers built up and eroded back through--is that it's quite easy to make mud. One layer of color or type of texture cancels out another, and freshness and spontaneity are eventually lost.
Perhaps in reflection of the rainy world around me, I have made quite a lot of mud in the past week--some of it quite ugly, but also some that was actually really nice-- subtle, painterly, beautiful even--but mud nonetheless ( to me, not strong enough to hold up as good painting.) Today I managed to pull out of the mud (and once you're in it, it can have a tenacious hold!) This required a few radical color additions and in one case, washing out an entire panel with turps, which left an outstanding textural residue. It's a relief, and quite energizing, to look once again at fresh work.
The close up shots below are from my previously posted painting, Rough Strata