#178 – Tuesday, February 17th
Virtually every painting has its beginning in a snapshot. The images, a point of departure directing an exploration into the wherever. I tape them to the wall where I paint. In a line, then a grid, then on top of each other. Until a time like now. So I thought I’d share these five, torn down, all well played. And now it’s time to start again.
Thanks for reading.
Charles
rip it up!
hey Holly, My creativity process embraces destruction and letting bits and pieces to show through, it’s the history of the struggle. I’ve always been a bit suspicious of the too neat and tidy . . . rip it up indeed!