Teenager

Some paintings go through an awkward stage where they just aren’t there yet and they argue with everything you try. My teacher Trish calls them teenagers, and this painting is one right now. I know it isn’t there yet. I keep trying ideas. And each time it seems to push back. I can picture a slammed door and really loud rock music coming from behind the locked door. Sometimes I push through. And sometimes I let the paintings rest awhile and then come back to them. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this one.