This is the companion piece to my last entry, "everyone Else Lived on the Hill." I haven't decided on a name, but someone suggested "Milton Bradly on Acid." I love this idea, but need to tone it down a bit, if I'm going to write it on the edge of the canvas.
Didn't you love to swing? I preferred the huge swings at the park, but these swing sets that threatened to tip over when you went to high held a certain amount of danger that was irresistible to us kids.
Someday, when I have my museum retrospective, I will find one of these swing sets and do a big painting like this one, and hang it from the top bar--and maybe another one of a girl hanging by her knees on one of the cross bars.
I am the author of Master Disaster, 5 Ways to Rescue Desperate Watercolors. Based on a course that I have developed over many years, the bones of this book give you a plan to finish your paintings--and even your bombs. The meat of my book and course, though, is to help you structure your life to encourage and accommodate painting. Painters have to paint. This is how to do it.