‘I Paid for it to Pele’

THIS WAS THE PIECE WHERE IT ALL CAME TOGETHER. AFTER IT HAD ALL FALLEN APART. ALL.OF. IT. UP AND OUT.

ALL THE TRYING. ALL THE CHAOS. ALL THE DESCENDING AND TRANSCENDING. THE LOVE AND LOSS. CLIMBING AND FALLING. LOOKING TO THE SKY AND THE DIRT. FEELING THE PASSION AND THE TRAGEDY. FOUNDATIONS SHATTERED, BROKEN OPEN. MAGMA, PERCOLATING AND BOILING. NEEDING SOME PLACE TO GO. AND THEN, A MOMENT OF POSSESSION, OF CLARITY.

IT WAS DEATH AND BIRTH, CAPTURED.

MY ART WAS NEVER THE SAME. I WAS NEVER THE SAME.

AND THAT WAS OK.

ART IS A SAFE PLACE. BEAUTY AN ANTIDOTE.

AND FOR THOSE WHO SPEAK THE LANGUAGE - MY BIG THREE: ARIES-PISCES-CAPRICORN

(I was destined to be a volcano).

PLASTER, ASH, SAND, PASTE

PIGMENT, INK, BISTER