Perhaps there will be twenty one paintings, or maybe one less, if Cristin at the New Orleans gallery sends one off to Santa Barbara. I've been photographing the paintings as a way of getting perspective on surfaces I've been staring at too long. Doing this, I see awkward passages, places where more focus or contrast would be good. I dread seeing Mickey Mouse in a cloud–this also prevents that.
Sometimes I know exactly what I'm after, but other times I do truly meander.