I sure did take my time unwinding, laying my paint tubes and brushes for weeks all over the place, "distracted" by work or should I say, it's the second half of the semester and work reaches its peak. This is exactly when I need to paint and it becomes forcefully sporadic. Then comes uncertainty: is it done? I don't think so. Something is missing. I add a brush stroke here and there and leave the canvas in an annoying place, it has to be visible to me so I can decide when it's done. Weeks passed by and the canvas is still in the house's traffic area. As a matter of fact, I could not decide on this one. I just left it there too long and I know that it has to come to an end. Just last night, the black lining finally brought closure to my unnecessary drama. Enfin!!!!
Art through times and places