friday’s thing } it’s not a painting, it’s a sounding board
A few Fridays ago I decided to take out a roll of canvas-like material (I’ll never know what it is, it smells like upholstery fabric but it’s quite stiff and nasty) and start doodling on it with my paints. Nothing made sense in my life and I didn’t want this ‘painting‘ to make sense. It was an exercise in ignorance of color, form and composition. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help avoiding total anarchy. This morning I decided to return to this painting. I’m not as confused as I was then but I’m just as determined to create a dystopian work. It’s not easy.