but, paintings aren’t for sale.
abstraction, sense wa, intuition. These are pictures of three consciousnesses, and, like all pictures, they’re telling a story.
the last black-field painting was finished yesterday. a trashing-homage to matisse. ‘matisse wa’ thing, it truly sucks to the degree that matisse is wonderful.
i completed it because i felt really bad yesterday, suicidal, knowing how worthless i am. making the last mark pushed me from the edge. i’m driving nails into the water when i should be boiling it away.