Last night I wanted to paint something, I didn’t have a plan or a sketch or a real idea, I just knew I wanted to paint something.
I can hear so many art teachers and professors saying, Bad! thats bad, you can’t paint without a plan; sketch it out! In spite of that I did it anyway. What a rebel I am.
What do you think I was thinking, why paint something like this, I almost equate the experience to a dream. Like why did this come out in particular? Do other people get this sort of idea diarrhea, idearrhea.?