To me the colors just sing, raw sienna, charcoal.
Primitive shapes that are sketched without forethought as to symmetry or balance
Shapes drawn from the soul that somehow with no formal training just turn out right.
One can be taught to draw, one cannot be taught to paint.
A painting should sing and the goods ones do.
As with anything too much thought into a painting results in an overworked canvas.
Now I know what you are thinking the old Masters were all overworked and they are like the name implies masterpieces.
But here is the blasphemy I am not afraid to speak.
It's time to lose our rigidity.
It's time to evolve into a gentler more fluid style of being.
The world marches on lets keep in step with it, not in lockstep with the past.
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