Looking at what's on my wall in my studio, and it's all dark ink and strong value contrast and jagged shapes. Now I look at it all, and I think, that's not me. But maybe the act of putting it on paper was like an exorcism? Like, expressing that darkness and sharp angles served its purpose of getting it out of my system?
I don't know. But I do know that I'm thinking about colour again, and waves and skies.
If you're interested in knowing what goes on in my head, here are a few pages from my studio book. If you can read my handwriting.
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