There is a madness to silence. I life in silence in a different way. Mine is more of visual silence. I watch and slowly the world melts away and then I paint for hours. In that time I can’t hear the waking world. It has this lovely lonely feel to it. Does that make any sense? I hope you get what I mean. I’m a self-isolationist in many ways.
The book is coming a long. I had to take a break for a second to let my eyes rest. The left is still trying to time travel. Not the easiest to be two timelines at once.
Here are some of the shots for the 6 of 30.
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The start of a painting is the hardest. The blank is all your fears and self doubt. I’ve been doing this a long time and I still get nervous. I try to get in front of the fear. Never let it get behind you.