A mixing bowl of words
October 25, 2024
I only made this once. No idea where it is today. I love the fact that my paintings could be anywhere. And that the sun never sets on my modest art.
Working on a new painting. Feeling uneasy about it. Maybe because it looks like an earlier version. As if I haven't gone beyond myself. Instead taken the lazy route. Satisfied to become a naive student of my former self. How crazy is that? Heading to the wrong end of the piece of pie.
But what actually is the wrong end? The small sweet tip, or the wide large crusty end? People can disagree about it. Maybe there's no right or wrong end. Maybe it's up to you to decide. No logical arguing about taste