Here's a little secret of mine. Sometimes an idea presents itself, and that is fine, but most of the time the art just comes forward. Once a piece is finished it is time to make sense of it. If that cannot be done, it is not finished. Nothing is random, everything must balance out and make sense. This piece seems to suggest a descent into a dark place. Many things exist and have existed in this world, but eventually everything descends into memory. Or wherever.
- Fri, Apr 13, 2018