24 May 2026
Stadium (working title): in Hastings we walked around an arcade, and there was a claw machine filled with hundreds of shiny golden eggs. A disorienting sea of metallic surfaces and reflected neon. One particular egg was angled towards another game in the room, a basketball one I think—a structure contained by netting, which burst open and stretched out like arms in the convex reflection. Pieces of that image bounced around the rest of the pile, but none cohered into anything as loud as the scene in/on that single egg. Tried to paint that. Handled the paint pretty well and felt good about the surface preparation and color, but nothing of interesting note transpired. And it veered a little too close to the kind of correctness via highlight painting that I despise. I’m aiming to go softer and softer into the recesses of forms, but part of me is still holding on to hard edges and I need to let go of them. So this one will probably meet its maker, but may be reconstituted elsewhere. Regardless, it did feel nice to move paint around again after traveling for a few days.