This daily looking at Tamayo (and by looking, I also mean sketching and exploring with paint) really reduces, narrows, hones - my eyes begin to see the simplest of shapes in a compositional setting. For those of you with a formal art education, perhaps this realization seems rudimentary. For me it is a revelation.
Nepo, in The One Life We're Given, mentions the practice of tracking whale sightings in ship logs from the 1800's. "And all processes of art are essentially ship logs, in which we track the appearance of what matters, and it surprises us with its majestic breach in to the ordinary moments of our day." These studies are my ship logs. A little aha, a majestic breach. I will keep looking.