My life feels like a broke ass ladder, emerging from the goo, one more time. Surely beats being stuck in the goo.
Patience
I am not patient, and I rush my paintings. But I’m getting better. I let this one “simmer” like soup. Then you taste it, adjust spices, and it is your soup. The title is Feel the Breath, tho in meditation I’m supposed to follow the breath.
Eyes show pain
I tap into my pain as a way to get rid of it. Let it go. Here are two works, done ten years apart.
