Well, this is my eighth Crossroads painting, sorta. Somehow, while I was making the umpteenth change to what was a relatively uninspired and not terribly effective painting, it morphed into something very different. Quieter, less chaotic. It reminds me of how Frank O’Cain at the Art Students League says we should let the painting tell us what it needs.
Last year I tried (unsuccessfully, I might add) to paint the ice floating on the Harlem and Hudson rivers at Spuyten Duyvil one winter evening. I think I just figured out how. Better late than never.