I usually avoid going yours because it always feels like I'm neglecting the traditional art in favor of all the computers and nets and stuff.
There is a movement in my subconscious towards painting again. But I struggle with all that I can really do. Painting is just endlessly boring, woody industry job. I don't want to be there, I don't want to do what it does to me.
But I can't let go of the thought that it's time again. The thoughts from the exhibition in Lund remain. I was depressed and the show was depressing. Unfortunately, the imagery you live with is not movable. Not to be honest.
I guess it's time to go back to the studio. It's also fucking cold. But saw the movie about Pollock and I'm not alone in freezing with color. The advantage is that the shit does not dry so you can make changes for an eternity.
I have a whole pile of empty canvases. Empty. Filling things up isn't easy, maybe...