Passengers

I’m experimenting again away from oils for a bit, and although I truly didn’t aim to make finished paintings while in playful experimentational setting, I could not it seems stop myself. I drift toward an imagined finish line as excitement builds, and I just WANT to end up with a finished painting in my hands. It’s quite magical really, conjuring up an idea into a physical object of desire. These little paintings took many days each as I wrangled a medium I’d not used for yonks, there was blood sweat AND tears, but I worked through it like a brave little soldier, and Hey Presto – new paintings.