I love it.
It is, in essence the art, more so than the final product.
The process is what gives the masses their pretty picture; their art.
The process is what I treasure most as an artist.
The fear of finishing, not because it isn’t done…
Because I’m not.
I’ve been working on a piece for a good 20-30 hours now…starting with individual pieces that will ultimately barely be noticed, if at all, save for the moments when a drug-addled college kid stumbles across my work and stares too hard…which is just hard enough for why I did it in the first place.
It has to start somewhere…
and from there it went. I continued adding things, moments, faces, torments, stress, baggage of sorts…Symbols of a man’s mind when he can’t find the silence.
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Where it goes from here, I do not know just yet. The process is far from over.
Just wait and see…