Sometimes in the midst of creation, you just have to say “Fuck it,” and go with serendipity. Because the past three weeks seemed to have been about something else: this preventing that, that stopping this, and then unknowingly running out of a supply you thought you had enough off…nothing seemed to work the past three weeks. Except twiddling with code.
Today, I twiddle with ink. Because “failure” brought beauty during the first run, I’m taking mishap as inspiration for my third project, and using crap-that-happened and turning it into a series of abstract prints. I’m actually excited to see the results because at this point even the creator has no idea what he is creating.