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I’m happy with this. Completely empty just paint. I might stop right here and base the rest of my career on empty pretty pictures like this. Not a bad idea really. Just focusing on balance and temperament and maybee something could appear from time to time. A way of dealing with the visual impact of having eyes and ignoring any notion of having a brain. Bliss.

I’m contemplating green bellow the yellow slightly to the left. The red at the bottom right is promising but needs a balanced blue to the left. Attempting a yellow + avoiding a cross which is far from my mind. A square sun.

Here we are. Not there yet. It’s been raining for a month. Next week Weber and Durkheim. I’ll be lucky to finish this one before 2010.

Wiping away. Something is going on for sure. Estetiks can be a messy irrational business and I’m not sure which colour I’m missing. It’s on the tip of my tongue but wait. It’s orange:)

Similar to the watercolours below this is an indirect piece where I wipe excess paint when doing the square painting above. The title will be “This is where I wipe my brush”. A little mockery but mainly a quest for liberated action.