I work for a long time, sometimes years, on the same canvas.
But all this time, there are periods, sometimes quite long,
when I'm not doing anything with it.
It doesn't worry me if a canvas remains in progress for years in my studio.
I think of my studio as a kitchen garden.
Here, there are artichokes. There, potatoes.
Leaves must be cut so the fruit can grow.
At the right moment, I must prune.
I work like a gardener.
Things come slowly.
Things follow their natural course.
They grow, they ripen.
I must graft, I must water, as with lettuce.
Ripening goes on in my mind.
So I'm always working at a great many things at the same time.
Joan Miro
But all this time, there are periods, sometimes quite long,
when I'm not doing anything with it.
It doesn't worry me if a canvas remains in progress for years in my studio.
I think of my studio as a kitchen garden.
Here, there are artichokes. There, potatoes.
Leaves must be cut so the fruit can grow.
At the right moment, I must prune.
I work like a gardener.
Things come slowly.
Things follow their natural course.
They grow, they ripen.
I must graft, I must water, as with lettuce.
Ripening goes on in my mind.
So I'm always working at a great many things at the same time.
Joan Miro
and now I am humming Pete Seeger's Garden Song ... "inch by inch, row by row ... "
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