acrylic on canvas
30.5 by 40.6 cm
After 3 incredibly chaotic weeks, pouring my heart out in paints seemed like the only way to diffuse all sense and senseless-ness. I come to the world where nothing matters and nothing is so important that anyone would have to compromise how they are.
Lately all kinds of ideas/ stories to paint have been appearing. I leave a little notepad by my bedside in case this brain decides to hurl out an idea. For although it can come up with ideas, somehow it fails to remember them.
it's strange that i have never painted in this way before because now it seems like this is the way it has always been and should always be. Burnt colours, silent haunting worlds, frozen people whose function are to tell their secret stories to the seer.
I have a new blog located at http://suleaart.typepad.com/ It has a few cool functions to add that links up to amazon.
oil pastels on canvas