"I shall call it FISTEROBOTO, and the most amazing thing is...he's learning" - Kreuger from Archer
Well that quote doesn't make a whole lot of sense to anyone who hasn't seen each archer episode 100 times. I guess it really doesn't even apply to the situation either. I set out to paint yesterday, had two five by five foot sheets of burlap, and this is the result of one. An explosion of throwing paint, pouring, spraying and walking around in a circle for a couple hours. Though it's not nearly done, I was struck by the, well, "strikingness" of the energy. It is like being stuck in thunderstorm; wind swirling, rain pounding, blurring the usual hard edges of the objects around you. Lights are hazy, colors blend and spread and it almost swirls off the canvas toward you. It was almost as if I didn't make 90% of the piece. The burlap was soaked in water and I used heavily watered down paint to create the atmospheric glow, but it resulted in a very uncontrollable leakage of paint. Paint that spread with the flow of the water, that blended over the few hours, and that changed the piece to a much more natural composition. My job now is to ground it. Give it a point of reference, a moment of clarity. I am stuck in a Miro that has been taken up by a twister, shaken up by the fierce winds and needs a steadied hand to reel it back to the ground.
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