This painting happened by accident. Essentially, all good paintings do. I was struggling with a portrait of a woman and after several wipes, just decided to ruin it. Completely express what I was feeling. Defeat, frustration, exhaustion. When I finished, I realized I painted myself, in some roundabout way because by the end of it all, I captured exactly what I was feeling. If that’s not art, I don’t know what is haha

Here’s to pressing on, right?

Good night xx