Surface fetish

Being quiet and subdued are usually not my way to go at it. Although sometimes I aim to restrain myself, I generally end up pushing the composition's capability to the extreme. Excessiveness is exhilarating. Abusing the surface by charging up blobs of paint and luscious brushstrokes onto the canvas creates a sense of ecstasy to which I'm addicted to. My fetishistic rapport to the surface is one I haven't yet been able to tame.


Playing with composition

These scribblings might appear to be completely random. However, to achieve balance and a sense of “rightness”, I had to experiment quite a bit in sketching before finally approving these particular ones. Sampling various thickness of lines in different combinations, playing around with the directions they are moving from/to, searching, analyzing, experimenting, are all being part of an exhaustive process to obtain a composition that “feels” proper and solid. At times I work from a methodical/logical approach, and in other situations, I would proceed from a complete expressionist manner until I reach a satisfying result. No matter which tactics are involved, at the end of the day it is always a question of “what feels right” that determines the final composition. Above all else, it has to be fun and create a sense of rapture that begs me to contemplate the painting.


Still in progress.

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