where it began
This was about letting go. Mixed too much water on purpose, let gravity be a collaborator. The colors are moods that don't have names - that yellow-green of anxiety, that burgundy of 3am thoughts.
This was about letting go. Mixed too much water on purpose, let gravity be a collaborator. The colors are moods that don't have names - that yellow-green of anxiety, that burgundy of 3am thoughts.
Watercolor and ink on paper
The black marks came last, trying to make sense of chaos but not really. Might be words, might be nothing. The paper warped and I left it that way. Nothing stays flat anyway.
Made this after trying to control everything for too long. Sometimes the best art happens when you stop trying to make art and just let materials do what they want.
2024
"When form surrenders to feeling"