analith

Conceptual Art... I always wish I had a record of what is underneath...
He did leave the light on and he did look at me. I know because when I opened my eyes I was looking straight into his. Personally I don't really care if the light is on or off because I like to have sex with my eyes closed. Not so I can think about someone else, but so I can consentrate on feeling - not so much think about feeling, but lose that sense to heighten others. I prefer to touch, scratch, bite, lick, feel than to look. I am not that much of a visual person. I like to get lost in it, I like to get blinded by it. But, he did in fact leave the light on, where as I turned it off. Now I am reading into it, into what it means...

This is one of the ways I paint. By writing everything that I am feeling and would never ever tell anyone onto canvasses and then paint over the top of it.
It puts something so selfish and private into my work.
But I always forget to write it down before I paint over it. It's never planned, really... just one of thoes things. Sit down with a canvass and a ball point pen.

Now I have to go to the doctor, because my brain is leaking out of my head...