We think we know the world.
But sometimes when we are sitting idly
on a swing,
there are things going on around us
we will never understand.
And we shouldn't.
It is in a deminsion and language
not meant for us.
A Language Not Meant For us, 36 X 24, in a floating frame, acrylic, oil paint pens on canvas, March 2016.
With this painting I am trying to refine a particular direction. As a person who has always doodled and played, I have a number of sketches in pencil or pen that are very mindless and free flowing. These paintings are generally without much strategic planning. I try to just let myself go with it. I find the experience very enjoyable, much like back in the day when I indulged more freely in hallucinagenic at-risk behaviors.