Here is a photo of my present work in a transitional phase.
That phase has ended. I've already painted over this moment. It only exists in the photo. The painting looks different today. But some might say "it looked better before you changed it."
In fact this is often the case. It happens a lot with art that's in the process of being made.
There's a huge amount of destruction in creation. This is often painful to witness, or cause. But it can't be avoided. We see the creation, but the destruction is hidden, repressed, covered up to prevent any scandal from breaking out.
Each creation feels like committing a crime, or sinning. A drunken gamble. Risky, mad, horrifying. No wonder artists feel like outcasts. Like people working at a slaughterhouse. Untouchables.
