The canvas doesn't lie.
It doesn't judge.
Empty space and quietness.
Pure possibility.
Until....
A decision is made.
And then it accepts without question,
Clumsy efforts to create, to document, to play.
Colour, shapes and movement all thrown together.
The canvas doesn't care.
It is unadulterated acceptance.
It has few shoulds, and few shouldn'ts.
And is always ultimately accepting of my efforts to impress,
Or dance,
Or celebrate,
Or even worship.
My flaws are less felt in that space.
Busy and yet quiet.
Sometimes the greatest moments in making paintings,
Is in the emptiness.
I feel love, very strongly there.
