I love painting so much. Duh…that‘s obvious. The thing is, sometimes I worry that I’ll jinx it because I might love it too much. It makes me nervous. My theory is that perfect things cannot exist. It’s not that it’s impossible to achieve perfection, it’s just that when something is perfected there is no tension keeping it in existence. The yin/yang works for me, the tension of both sides together keep it whole and balanced. If those two sides became one in the same…poof! It’s gone.
What this really all means is that I’ve spent too many hours alone in the studio. Although I’m loving what I’m doing…there is a little bit of insanity accompanied with tuning intensely in to the other realm to which painting becomes the portal. Sigh…I need to get out more.