Hello old friend. It's been a while, hasn't it?
Too long, honestly. Shall we dance then?
Eclectic mix of A Perfect Circle, Muse, Gogol Bordello, The Mars Volta, Nine Inch Nails, etc. plays in the background courtesy of Pandora and I once more find myself dancing with old friends.
Swoops and swirls of vibrant reds furiously spread across the the canvas. Arcing streaks of yellows, becoming orange in places. Frenzied and heavy, swaying and singing with the music as my arm moves in long strokes across the space.
Slow it down. A darkness being swallowed up by fire; yellow spots like constellations creeping in. And out from the ether a figure; glowing, growing yet faceless still. Dancing through a wall of fire, reaching forth from the darkness.
18x24 acrylic on stretched canvas that smelled so strongly of sweet cedar when I removed it's packaging that it was almost minty. A work in progress.