My creative gas tank is empty. Too many other things to do. My brain is empty. Yeah okay, it always was. It’s just more empty now. Winter in coming … bleh!!
Time to move on. You can’t beat a dead painting. Sometimes you just have to lay down the brush and walk away.
Visually my painting has what I see as three elements: organic structures, rock like structures, and technological like structures. Together they are a Singularity.
Painting is hard. I can see every misplaced brush stroke. Deep within myself I have this urge to panic and quit. Arg! So much work to do.
At this stage mindlessness is pretty much ancient history. I actually have to make decisions … arg! Did I mention thinking is hard on the brain!