In honor of the fire of my sacred boredom with my own destruction & on a journey to understand the anatomy, the nature of real love. Unconditional, not invented. How deep my own love can go. Those are the questions I am trying to live. This acrylic painting has no sketch. It is purely formed, ongoing, through images combined that ring true. The process is always late at night when there’s no audience—just soul journeys. Canyon walls, strange light, an open car on the dirt: whatever arrives and holds.
