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.
Or not.
Maybe I'm just fooling around and this whole process is cathartic.
But whatever. It feels good when I do it.