I’ve been thinking deeply since the virus hit. Making crazy art and trying to finish crazy art. The madness is strong. It’s the time available to spur my minds second thoughts. Madness.
The key parts I have understood in my process are to not take the inches as miles. The small moves are never noticed until you make 100 moves. So you have time to play around with colors and patterns and shapes. The love is in the details.
I keep playing with the idea of writing an art/ color/ texture philosophy book.
And it would all come together from my mind into the book. Maybe it’ll be a lot of things together kind of like me. A mixture of cultures and ideas. A cake of makings.
Who and what am I running toward with my art now? I don’t know if I’m going to be infamous museums but I have hope. I had this fear by talking about my nomination I was jinking myself. But I don’t know I believe in jinking.
Makes me what to fight the sky.
Gotta work harder and past even remembering any of it. Because the art is more improtant then the rest stops.