After years,
of sitting as a washed out abstract mess, I painted this canvas black and set to work on it, having no plan whatsoever.
Just creating shapes and forms, and then seeing which colours want to go where.
It's an intimate time indeed, where so much of your mind begins to unravel, and dream blend with reality.
For an artist, this is the truest reward, to create synergy between real-world, and dream-world.
It seems to be a living thing, pulsing. There is a heart, detached from the body, but still pumping life through it.
Eyes are missing from the subject, and how the painting feels makes me think the person is ME.
The eye sits atop the throne of the head, uninterested in the collision of metrics below.
Unbeknownst, there be a dragon sprouting forth! Where did the little guy come from, with his red mane and electric scales?
Though alive, there is a machine -like quality to the patterns. I like the colours that my spontaneous hands used.
Thanks for viewing my work, and don't be afraid to explore to realms!
Be well!
