lately i've been invigorated with a renewed sense of desire. i'm painting again- i'm making work that looks awkward and unsure and i've never been happier.
in this way, i'm truly painting life. with all of its insecurities and mystery... how could i be painting perfect images when i am far from living a perfect life?
this is the first time in my life that i'm looking into my work and feel like i'm learning things. not necessarily the same kinds of things you learn from reading books and auditing lectures, but the kind of learning you get when you look up at the sky serendipitously to see a shooting star.
it's odd how i've never made so many mistakes, yet it's the most perfect form.