I don’t like when I’ve got some paint left on the palette that would just dry up and be wasted.
For some reason often red paint remains.
I had a lot of red paint today and decided to use it up in some way, and produced a series of abstractions that I honestly like because they seem to express something visceral quite well.
Below is one of the images in the series.
For whatever reason I feel some primal resonance with some of the shapes; looking over them again and trying to understand why, what they could possibly represent (if not visually then kinaesthetically).
This way of painting I think sometimes digs up things that have been forgotten, or never remembered conceptually, visceral memories, and some motives repeat a lot, although I can’t reconstruct what they are. Whether archetypes or other strange, strong imprints.
In a way, psychological archaeology with leftover paint.