I've wanted to paint for the longest time, but I knew it would consume me. Now I can't get images out of my head.
Every day I focus on detail while I tattoo, so it's a pleasure to mess around with forms, with gestures or whatever I want. There's a balance somewhere. I'm not sure I want to even approach it... at this point, I finally have an outlet. So why not create however I please?
In theory, I've been trying to keep the newness of a medium AND my lack of knowledge intact. As if ignorance will serve as grace and guide compositions. What I don't know, won't effect the final outcome, right?
But that's limited. That's being impressed with a child revealing a simple observation (which is often wonderful and jarring) but not recognizing the view of the child: lack of contextual understanding and reasoning.
What if I can make that same simple observation but do so after years of learning the context? I doubt I'll be able to, but I think, at this point, that's my goal. To pick up a language intimately. Learn its nuances, then mess with it as much as possible.
Maybe I'm just fooling around and this whole process is cathartic.
But whatever. It feels good when I do it.