Well, winter is over and painting indoors have become a hazardus way of painting for everyone. It gets the house all full of intoxicading fuems. Getting Oinon peals with red oxidize dirt to make paint is where the reall action is. This proces is more of a treet for me than to others. Others did not like the smell, but I manaage to continue to work in my own and see where my insperations take me. I melt some scrap of gold and pour it to my canvas and see wher it goses from there.
I'm always inspiered by the spontainus part of making the art happen. When Pepole ask me what is it or what I'm painting and I say is what I feel of doing. My work is all about moods that I may be into at that time. This is what makes my works of art.
