there's a certain point on a mixture of paint where something works in a way that it never works in a painting. in thinking about this i've been thinking about the people who have accidentally created things that have interested me and moved me to try and make things that i like that aren't accidental. the places where i've mashed paint without a real conscious intent. like wiping brushes off and mixed colours always turn out better. once i found a board that my dad had wiping brushes on and practised eyes on icons. it was an awesome bit of painting. i was really impressed with it.
that's kind of the only one i can think of now because i'm also thinking about other stuff at the same time. like people disappearing. and the general cruelty that people are capable of displaying because they are fucking selfish. i'm obviously not really one to talk. i'm totally self centred, but probably for different reasons. at least that is what i like to think.
i'm really tired and i've got a killer headache. i'm fairly bummed about losing the old blog because i liked it. oh yeah and that was the point. i remember looking at some work that people at college made. the more pretentious they got, the more their work became bullshit. bigger boards, less content, more noise about it. but once in a while people would fuck up and just scribble on something and that would be the really nice stuff they did.
so that's my point really. i'd like to make little innocent accidents. not focus on the fact that i'm painting or the filthy a word. i like to make things and i don't want to feel rubbish or sad when i don't get a pat on the head.
