I always find this bit difficult as I never know on which level to describe.
I guess I should explain what painting means to me.
It's my sanity, well most of the time.
it's a form of escapism, where there are no boundaries, no limitations, no criticisms and complete freedom!
Automatic painting and sketching are my true passion but I don't think the world is ready for it yet.
It feels like a symphony of expression for me,
With paint brush in hand,
My mind wanders from this land.
Hopes and fears trickle away like coloured patterns in the sand.
Visions appear as my mind begins to unleash and unwind.
On the other hand, with landscape, seascape and any other scape,
I try to stick so hard to the sketch I have on the canvas and the photo in front of me but the urge is just too strong, and away I go off on a tangent and the painting begins to decide its outcome and my plans go out the window, literally sometimes.
frustrating most of the time but all of a sudden the painting will just feel right.
There are contradictions here but I guess that's what it's all about.