It all begins with desire….
My desire is to paint what I know. Not on an intellectual level but on a gut level. Pushing through all of the emotions. Arriving, yet never arriving.
On my best days I am like a fighter, punching, pushing, stabbing. Like a spy, covert, subversive, a ghost.
I like having the choice, but also realizing that this control is an illusion. The process always hijacks my best intentions.
Foolish words "Best Intentions"