I had a rough idea of where this would go. Like the rough idea of where life would go. Started off thinking one way - changed my mind. Drafted an idea from deja-vu. Not trying to capture a stagnant moment. Not trying to live stagnantly. Moments aren’t still. Even a motionless rock is coloured differently when witnessed. Senses overlapping. Every layer turned on. And off. Everything seen and diluted. With turpentine of course. Oil on canvas | 200 x 150cm | 2020
