It was a small thing at the time. Or so it seemed. But watching the after-show improv set at Second City, and doing some time with London’s small Theatre Sports group prompted a kind of license. I learned that it was okay to say, “Yes”, to trust that someone could catch the thrown idea and improve it, to not possess it, to not control it, to not own it.
As to making art, then, it was perfectly allowable to just make a mark and trust the process, without control, accept the next thought that came along, or not, and make a drawing.
“David what’s the most important thing about improv?” Someone else asked.
“The where. You see…” He pointed to someone across the circle. “You’re feet are placed on of each other rather curiously – what does that mean?”
So, I was looking for an image to put up here, and stumbled on this older collage, made from cut out scraps of previous failed paintings but with some unintended, but wonderful marks, becoming suggestive of other things in a different context, and a few slaps of fresh paint.