Friday, August 27, 2010

que pasa?

I have just finished another flower painting, this after promising myself I won't do another painting until the show is over. I feel my energy zapped out of me but still had to come here to ventilate in words just to feel normal. What's going on: suddenly painting has somehow assumed a dangerous allure, so much so that I have a sensation that with each painting I'm putting myself on the line?

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