it's weird how moments after putting up pictures, drawings and paintings i want to take them down because i hate them. like my new painting work. it's solid and there is work and research and theory behind them, but at the same time i hate them and myself. it's not popular to announce that at dinner parties. but it's fundamental to the whole process that evolves ever single fucking time i do anything at all. black and white thinking. cognitive distortions. that's fascinating stuff also.
welcome to Jouranal (journal)
this is my blog. to just look at my painting etc then head over to my website and disregard this mess.
please note that the events described in this journal are highly fictionalised.
