My paintings travel more than I do. These little strangers are going to Era contemporary in Philadelphia and ConArtist Collective in NYC on the 23rd and 25th of February respectively.
I've been working on small little things in my studio at home. It's nice. I almost forgot about painting for myself.
The thing I get most spiritual about in art is realizing places/people/scenarios from scribbles and automatic drawing/mark-making. I like that the narrative presents itself to me much like reading/writing a novel simultaneously. It's a lot to do with illustration, though I rarely set out with a goal there's a similar process of culling memory and using imagination to build something from lines, squiggles, and shapes. The weirdest part is that they don't feel like me, and often the process is so automatic the end result seems unfamiliar.
Working small is relaxing sometimes. This little gouache happened the way my paintings usually happen with a few automatic scribbles, and a few wipe-outs resulting in an image emerging from the mess. Maybe I'll make these large someday, but for now I'm enjoying working little.