After work I felt like disappearing into my room and then into a painted world. With a glass of wine and a frozen pizza I disappear. I guess sometimes my favorite thing about painting is listening to my own thoughts. My mind drifts freely and I don’t restrict it. My conscious mind is occupied mixing paint and capturing forms allowing My subconscious roams free in a dreamlike state. This is my favorite place to be alone with a light, painting. Artist are lonely I think because they live in there mind.
When you boil it down an artist must be content with being alone with their thoughts for long periods of time, if not there would be no way to complete the paintings….Funny thing subscribers to my blog get to here a lot more because my post are sent out via email as soon as I hit publish.
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