Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Mixing It Up
I spent the early afternoon peering through a miasma of enamel fumes at an expanse of carefully prepared board. On it, a jigsaw of pencilled outlines marked which angular fragments of red and yellow were to be painted. Even though I knew the fumes were toxic, I couldn't help sniffing to feel the familiar, acetone-tinged fizz at the back of my throat. Later, Jim, the painter who assists me on my large enamel on board works, helped me prepare paint. I chose and double-checked colours; he mixed them. We daubed a little of each on a small area of the board then let it dry to gauge how much it would darken. If I'd been alone, this process would have been slow and painstaking but with Jim, it moved along quickly. Maybe I was less inclined to be distracted.Now it's raining. Above our heads, the heavy downpour sounds like rice cascading onto a steel drum. Occasionally, a strong gust of wind rattles the studio's old roller doors.