Knowing that I'll get to make a piece of art after I get home work is one of only a very small number of things that helps me get through the day. When a piece comes together it brings a bit of redemption to an otherwise irredeemably shitty day. When it clicks, when it flows, you feel as if anything were possible. Sometimes the hope of that experience is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. But, then there are pieces like this...pieces that seemed like they had potential but,for one reason or another that potential was never realized, never came to fruition, or emerged stillborn.
The oblique noise...
The oblique noise...
The oblique noise...
Knowing that I'll get to make a piece of art after I get home work is one of only a very small number of things that helps me get through the day. When a piece comes together it brings a bit of redemption to an otherwise irredeemably shitty day. When it clicks, when it flows, you feel as if anything were possible. Sometimes the hope of that experience is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. But, then there are pieces like this...pieces that seemed like they had potential but,for one reason or another that potential was never realized, never came to fruition, or emerged stillborn.