OK… art advisors, art consultants, or maybe better yet, art curators. You all know art gets made and some of you equate the inner workings of art making to be quite similar to sausage making. Similarly, some of us artist have our own magnificent prose laced with sailorish maledictions, describing how we make art and which remains in our thoughts for untold eternities and only shared when the kept company has made a sociable contribution to the demise of a classic Steinbeck gallon of Dego red wine. All the while fretting, the why of unfinished art.

Sometimes a work of art languishes in the studio, proudly showcased on an extra easel. This sentinel morphs into a visible custodian of what should be but alas isn’t.

I have such a piece…Actually I have two unfinished works of art, one I calculated to be at least six months into attracting airborne soil, but it still retains a formidable outlook on its life…and why wouldn’t it? In my studio art works are not going out the door all to frequently especially considering when it’s not being attended to. Oh, I know what to do alright, it’s been a plausible notion for quite some time. But the news on this one is somehow protected by a secret manifested by a reclusive code and I somehow am not sleuth enough to crack this dry hard boiled work.

Reading in a book, my second most favorite thing to do, I recently learned for anyone to be successful at anything, you need to declutter your life and for the artist that means a tidy uncluttered studio. Well for the most part, mine is spotless, everything is in order right where it should be, and by the end of the painting day or more often than not the painting night,  it’s back in its cozy spot patiently waiting for a return engagement.

What happens next ? You will have to venture on to my website/blog RodJonesArtist.com to read the rest of the story. You just might find a bit of mirth. I do promise you will awaken the next day in good spirits and vigor.

-Continuation from my Instagram post-

Well you made it, I can only deduce that you were overwhelmed with curiosity.

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This tome authored by Jack White an artist and you might also call him a cowboy philosopher wrote that you should not allow unfinished paintings to hang around your studio “either complete them or burn them” they represent a conk-out…(my words not is, he prefers to hang failure by association)  So now, not only do I feel guilty for not completing these artworks. I now have the added burden of thinking his postulations on work ethics is hobbling my delusions of grandeur and ambitions

In the foreground on the left side of the studio photo you will see some red shapes on a mostly blank canvas, that’s a work in progress that I hope to share in a week or two. The painting just behind with the pink splash and lots of of little paint-ie things has been waiting for ever and a day to see me standing before it  brush in hand, but little it knows… because I plan to introduce my very special paint pour which will finish it off in a good and proud way. Now the green work bordered with Old Holland paint color Caput Mortuum A66 and for us non Dutch speakers it’s Violet Mars. Look up what the Caput Mortuum name implies. You may be a bit surprised. This painting has withstood the test of time in my studio. This not so completed canvas has been pleading for affection, after all it has been in that corner for over six months. I’m disheartened… does this mean it’s destined for a trip to the incinerator as the author/painter Jack White suggests. I couldn’t bare it!!! So for all that’s holy, it shall be wonderfully completed and will join its fellow hobnobbers in the annals of my Receptive Abstract Patternism and with assured insouciance.

I know I know… I ended this writing on one of those hifalutin four dollar words, bare with me,  it’s just me being a bit loquacious.

“Time shows little sympathy for the weaver of art.” RJ