You build it up and let it go. You build it up and let it go. Again and again and again….
Painting like this, allows me to be fearless. Or rather, it demands it of me.
This one has 4 different paintings underneath.
After a while, brushes and knives seemed inadequate. I HAD to use my fingers and palms. There was such power in that.
Sometimes, after I am done being fearless and vulnerable and eccentric and insane and all those good things ;), the paintings themselves, no matter how good or not so good, seem very anticlimactic. They don’t have the same powerful thrill as the process. I do love them, immensely, but, the journey itself can be so incredible.
The raison d’etre of painting, n’est ce pas?