A work in progress….yes, that’s code.
Today was the day that every single time I touched the canvas, some part, in contrast would fall apart or become completely flat. Tomorrow….after some beer.
blah, blah, blah. I was sketching and my son called to tell me that some physicists had proved that time has its own matter, you know, there are solids and gases and time has crystals. It makes my head hurt. Time crystals. Then I started painting this. It is a work in progress from the series 404 Page Not Found.
Still a work in progress. I’ve been so involved in working on this, it seems it’s coming to completion way too soon. Sometimes the process of painting is, well, intimate…for me, anyway. Sometimes I just fall in love with what I’m doing. Then when I’m finished, I miss it…painting it….the process.