Friday, March 1, 2013
Never do I seem to have much to discuss when it comes to my artistic process. I've always assumed I didn't have one... but then I proved myself wrong with this newest piece. I drew on a piece of paper. I painted it. I washed it with a light spray of water. I soaked it in tea for a while. I hung it up to dry. When wet, it looks like a piece cloth. When dry it is a bit of a grumpy piece of paper. Very rigid. A strange dichotomy indeed.