so, this has been my reality for the past 26 days or so, uncapped paint jars and cans, 6am bedtimes, trying to knock out a painting a day for an upcoming exhibit on latin heritage month (28 new canvases in total). All this time inhaling these toxic acrylic paints have gotten me to think of colors...the infinite possibilities of shades and patterns and blends.
the magical quality of pigment that have the potential to transform opinions, thoughts, emotions, or...even the ability to bore people to death...ha! we shall see october 6th.
"Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions"