My painting does not come from the easel. I prefer to tack the unstretched canvas to the hard wall or the floor. I need the resistance of a hard surface. On the floor I am more at ease. I feel nearer, more part of the painting, since this way I can walk around it, work from the four sides and literally be in the painting. I continue to get further away from the usual painter's tools such as easel, palette, brushes, etc. I prefer sticks, trowels, knives and dripping fluid paint or a heavy impasto with sand, broken glass or other foreign matter added. When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It is only after a sort of 'get acquainted' period that I see what I have been about. I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc., because the painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through. It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well.

I can stand my own ground.

D:

Kidman

does the individual exist? do stored ideas and memories provide us with a false sense of self and separateness?

if you could excise specific parts of your brain, or add to it, would you? which direction would you choose? i am tempted to become a blissful vegetable, tripping out on the happier brain chemicals until i expire. in reality, given the choice i would probably go the other way and become an emotionless processor of information, losing my sense of self to become one with entirety.

Listening to the soundtrack for:: one of my fav movies