The Paint Drip Experiment

I call this the Paint Drip Experiment for what I hope are obvious reasons. Sometimes painting is therapeutic... sometimes its thoughtless and all about the process and this is just that... a process. You set up the conditions and watch what happens.

Nonsense? Beauty? Destruction? Nothing?

Ordered chaos?

Is this evidence of what I want? Answers to questions that have never fully been answered? Maybe we just answer the questions for ourselves and truth is individual.

Maybe its all bullshit.

In the Mouths of Babes

The title comes from an old Smashing Pumpkins song I loved when I was someone else in a life I've forgotten so long ago...  I never intended for it to be this way its just that... sometimes these things happen. Sometimes you just let the work be what it wants and its usually better for it. This is one of the first and only acrylic pieces I've done in my life.

"You can't break what's already broken... in the mouths of babes comes nothing..."