"Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." - Lord Byron
I feel that art both keeps me alive and kills me and I have a love/hate relationship with paint. Sometimes the lure of a "real' job flashes in my mind, but quickly goes away. I'm juggling new techniques while keeping my work mine. This is my experimental, research time and all of my feelings are probably normal I suppose, when going through the process. It's heart-tearing and soul sucking sometimes, but there is great joy in that.
Explanations make things so meaningless, and I am not apologizing for not using big words and philosophical theories to make my work appear important.
one thought or a million
Detail of brown paper work 3'x3'
I've also started using some recycled materials in my work as well. That helps me feel slightly better about all the waste I am producing. In about a week I produced only 1 small bag of waste. Half of it could have been made into compost. It's something I have to encourage my landlord to do, if I stay here longer.
I've been working on a couple different things. On Wednesday I decided to do a show soon with my friend, Justin Davis-Metzner. It was a pretty spur of the moment decision too and that's quite brilliant. Deets to come as we go along. Quite looking forward to a sort of low brow, non mainstream show :) Today we should be discussing it. Hurrah!