on experimenting on our self.
ah . generaly the most honourable idea.
usually a bad idea,
the experiment always opens our eyes to a new possibility, world, emotions,
good god.
I here upon will make a social experiment with a project of mine, I say to me, and end up engulfed in it, and living in the project, far more than I need to, its real, its taking over everthing else. -is this real art, the ability to do this to my self, in the name of art?
I care too much. The things I paint are not pure observations, taken from the project, but pieces of a new world, tarot card pictures of my own life altering, and the anguish of change, the lure of change, the adrenalin, the loving it, the resisting it...
just a painting huh?
