Spontaneous forming of thoughts and careful placement of words, help me make sense of what may be or may not be something I’ve been wasting my time with. Let the fog and ocean air that submerges my subconscious finally give way, either to illuminate the bay or to melt and drag the whole iceberg to the bottom of the sea. There gasping for air, bring clarity to my mind through each rhythm and pattern formed throughout the process of creating and tabbing out this lucid idea. Twisting and turning my bones throughout my skin, allow me to pin point the place where the soul hides. Let the energy embrace me in its arms and bring me to life again. Watch me uncoil and shed these earthly possessions. Help me mold and bend the overwhelming stress of my anguish, let me learn through my mistakes, but not dwell to long on the dark floor of my shortcomings, let me suffer enough to finally break through the inner wall. Let this ticking time bomb unravel from its cocoon and see the answer before the question is formed, let me finally turn on this raging machine locked inside me, in hope of shaking this worlds core through the waves and quakes i create, or at least let me successfully document my downfall and explosion for the millions of lost souls who will also travel down this road to nowhere. Finally let the new body float to the shore.


Sorry...i felt like writting.




In short, paintings hard and a process very much like life. You win you lose and sometimes you feel like just giving up. But yet when you find the courage and streght to pull through you feel satisfied and proud in the end. But for someone with the need of instant gratification its hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

No wonder the greats cheated by using other works of art, grids, photorefrences, and the "out of sight still in mind" artists painted in the impression manner and used "ready-mades".

So how far do you go to create? Should i follow in the reference/projection/manipulation movement the rich kids of the 21st century are living in, or should i concentrate and spend money in expensive fine art material? Both ways, i still need to rob a bank.

The trigger for this little outburst was comming to terms with the idea that i need a bigger canvas. And that the scene was far to "big" for an 11X14

Thin lines+Small Canvas=No detail.



A wise man named Max Bialystock onced said, "Shut up! I'm having a rhetorical conversation"



Ps.

Hello, Summer.

Soon enough i will possess you ♥


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