Doing some slightly different paintings than what Im used too. Thinking about like searching and freedom and thingness blah blah blah. Thinking about Raoul De Keyser. Dig them.
I love being a painter and making paintings, talking about paintings, figuring out paintings. These things that are tough to give meaning to; that are so localized and about themselves. But when you finally see something for the first time, when you finally figure something out, life can get way more interesting and the struggle starts to make sense. But only starts, and only for a while.
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