I just spent a cathartic hour that felt like four, painting over a piece that has been tormenting me for days.
I was always such a moody, dark painter. I have so many tubes of Prussian Blue and Alizarin Crimson paint that I could open a moody painter store. Everything was always on fire. Always burning. This piece was like that. Trying to catch fire. I used to chase that in my painting. It used to feel really good.
But now I cannot get enough of light. I want light all the time. In my paintings. In my life. I'm obsessed with light.
It felt truly good to let go of that fiery tormented painting underneath this one.
I could literally live inside of this painting now. And breathe.