The latest byproduct of my daily life.
All the paintings that come from this stream of emotions are all basically an attempt at connecting with the side of myself that can’t be put in such concrete words or images. It’s kind of like the scientists at Berkeley forming images of peoples dreams by tracking the blood flow throughout the brain (I do not know the specifics of this process) I’m that it’s not the cleanest or clearest image but with time it will only get sharper.
This painting was made with acrylic paint, molding paste, dead mimosa spores, and pieces of newspaper with a varnish over the whole thing. There’s some wood chips in there too.
I actually find this piece to be visually appealing minus the wood chips. The addition of the wood chips, in hindsight, was impulsive and was inorganic to the natural flow of my emotions today, or rather came from an emotion of angst that I would like to not give into in the future.
The visually pleasant nature in general this piece has is worth noting because I find one of the most interesting aspects of art, or in my experience with it, is that when I allow my stream of consciousness to do the painting, with only the faintest idea of a concept or none at all in mind, then the painting with have a mature cohesiveness aesthetically and usually remind me acutely of what I was experiencing when I created the piece. Sometimes I will even begin to depict a fully cohesive subject and not understand the connection to my experience til I look back on the piece.
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