The leprechauns showed up Monday night. Tuesday morning on the completed but still wet portrait of Ross Price and his wife, I noticed strange spots in the blue background and on her hair. Leaks? Dust?
Three days later there was a line of spatter behind the paint across the back of my palette. Exuberant cleaning? On further inspection, it was a trail. The trail led across the entire 72 inches of palette, up onto the next table, little spots of paint on the side and then all over the top of my favorite travel mug (eeew!) which stood next to an open bag of peanuts, my preferred nervous energy snack. (eeek! Ditch the peanuts.)
The leprechaun trail continued on to a veritable party all over a very fresh painting of a lawyer (not pictured); with Modernist critic Clement Greenberg their little footprints reasserted the picture plane. Leprechaun critics? Who knew they had an aesthetic, a taste for lawyers and fresh paint.
I spent the first hour of my day repainting and grousing about it. Happy Halloween.
142 paintings (173 people)
Still needed: men ages 25-35, African American and Latino men and women, previous employees from Maytag