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ABSTRACTS

     No reference photo to rely on. No guide rails. No maps. The entire process a string of mistakes. Hair-pulling abortions. Something I can’t get right, or shouldn’t exist; until it’s finished. Then, it’s perfect. I’ve had to learn to live within this - struggling through the panic in my chest.

     

  I start with 5-6 colors and then spend hours, weeks sometimes, seeing how I can make them coexist.

     Turn the art 90 degrees and it becomes something entirely different. Try it at 180… Then 270… 360… And that’s about all the math I can stand right now.

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