when try and write, for its own sake I mean, nothing is coming out. I am painting compulsively. This is what’s coming out. My thoughts are muddled but my visual creations are pretty coherent, if indecipherable. To me they are anyway. These are not studies, or explorations of ideas. They’re just my subconscious coming in contact with medium and surface. Maybe that sounds pretentious, but it’s how it seems to me.
sketches, oil, paper
