I don't remember much of painting this one. I was either deep in flow or lost in worried thoughts, and I'm still not sure which.
It began like the last: stencils and spray paint for depth, then lines, with no plan at all. But the more lines I added, the more lost I became. I couldn't see where I had started or where I should end. It made me dizzy.
So I stopped adding lines and started filling with colour. Slowly the painting became clear again, and I could see the next step. Layer by layer, I found my way to the top. Looking back at the path still makes me a little dizzy, but I'm standing in clarity now.
The eyes appeared along the way. To me they are clarity itself: being seen, seeing myself as I truly am, and seeing the world as it truly is.
It holds that energy: finding your way back to yourself.
Original spray paint and mixed media on wood panel · 15 × 15 cm · 2026 · One of a kind
I don't remember much of painting this one. I was either deep in flow or lost in worried thoughts, and I'm still not sure which.
It began like the last: stencils and spray paint for depth, then lines, with no plan at all. But the more lines I added, the more lost I became. I couldn't see where I had started or where I should end. It made me dizzy.
So I stopped adding lines and started filling with colour. Slowly the painting became clear again, and I could see the next step. Layer by layer, I found my way to the top. Looking back at the path still makes me a little dizzy, but I'm standing in clarity now.
The eyes appeared along the way. To me they are clarity itself: being seen, seeing myself as I truly am, and seeing the world as it truly is.
It holds that energy: finding your way back to yourself.
Original spray paint and mixed media on wood panel · 15 × 15 cm · 2026 · One of a kind
