|10th of September, 2019 | 8:37 p.m.
I'm waiting for a layer of paint to dry, so I figured I'd stop by.
I'm painting in an old style I tried out for a few months years and years ago. I have this habit of trying out a whole new style, playing with it briefly then dropping it, thinking I have nowhere else to take it or that it sucks. Months... years... later, I wonder why I don't paint like that anymore.
I have so many different works that look like they could have all been made by a different person. Some have a unifying thread, but many are out floating by themselves.
I like this current style though. It gives me a weird feeling, like I'm meant to be somewhere else, and here is the calling, the way through.
Time for the next layer.