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.