By summer of 2017, I realized that I would love to paint for the rest of my life. The process was joy-filled, and my mind was empty of clutter. The less thinking I did, the better the results. Often it felt as if the final product looked like the inside of my brain. So, this one appeared as if my brain had been peeled apart. It looked like flattened, dissected chambers of it, to me. But, I admit, I’ve never had a peek inside a real human skull.
Regardless, my brain was starting to get the hang of putting paint colors on wood, blending the colors and turning it into something pleasing. I began to produce paintings that I would like having on my walls because they were large and colorful.