Sometimes I load the brush up and as I move closer to the canvas something says 'no'. But at this point Ive created a pace: action, motion, response.
'Use what you have, the intention for putting paint on a brush is for it to be applied. Do not wrong yourself do not say, 'Ive made a mistake'.'
But the real mistake is to keep blindly not listening to the thing that tells me to stop.
Like mindless eating I want the hand to quit diving into the bag of chips, but it won't.
So, millimeters before I applied the brush to the surface I paid attention, I stopped.
There was a shift in the work, I felt it. I began to trust it even though the image is depicting my indecision over what to eat for breakfast.
Who knows if it is of any value. I know it felt honest, and I was alive when I made it.