As Time Passes

I spent five hours working on the painting yesterday and yet it looks like nothing has changed. Sometimes painting is quirky like that. I think painting is like a clock that measures the passage of time and the marks and gestures are records of that moment in time. So it's both historical and current all at once. OK, that even hurt my head... I'm trying not to get in my own way and let things evolve organically. The image needs added color elements but right now I feel stuck or nervous about committing to more color? The red form also needs to change but in what direction I'm not sure yet. Painting is sometimes a love hate relationship especially when I'm trying to work out issues of color, form and balance. In the end it's all good!