I’m feeling disturbed. Someone I was very close to in my youth managed to cut themselves on a shard of glass last night and bleed to death…probably right around the time I was writing about glass shards yesterday. I have no words,
In the studio, the skizum between abstraction and figure continues to puzzle me. The nice thing about the blog these days is that it seems to unify the split into a temporary coherence. The figure acts like a character and the abstraction acts as a sort of landscape/soundtrack/action/…. or I guess the character’s thoughts, or mood, or dream, etc.
