Been looking a lot at this painting that i made in my 2nd year of Uni lately.
Although it is rough it has an naivety about it and a kind of truth. I swear I was onto something here, kinda feel that all the work produced in my final year was a missed opportunity and somewhat a lie. By which I mean that nothing I made last year actually felt as though I was being true to myself. Think I have been painting versions of somebody else’s paintings ever since.
Perhaps my latest wip’s are getting back to this? They are definitely feeling a little more myself.