august 2003. 20" x 9" acrylic painting on taped and glued bristol.
$ : PI
one of those fiery subconscious paintings that comes from nowhere, takes hours and feels like minutes, and leaves you totally spent.
So, is the heron granting imspiration? Or is the universe using the human as a crude conduit to get what it wants? Or does the heron lack the lips to speak of what it wants, and the human is the microphone? I'm sure it all means something.
More herons as the embodiment of some universal energy... theme of the week.