"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin

Monday, December 1, 2008

black always

look at these two pictures...on the left you see the rhodoïd, partly covered with black gesso, a little gold embossment, a tiny branch and you heat it with the heat gun to transform the paint...it looks strange, but when you put it in front of a lamp it's magic...picture on the right and underneath....
when you work, never say: this is bad work ,without taking time to watch it carefully, with various lights, talk to it, tame it, until it gives its truth...

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