Octorial Painting

My First True Work, In 2004, Was Nothing More Than Used Motor Oil On A Free Piece Of Drywall. Dipping My Flingers In The Canister and Applying It To The Canvas, I Found A Sense Of Self That Laid Dormant Amongst Children, Psychology and Animal Rescue. This Self Is Free From Practice, Diplomacy and Judgement. It Expresses Itself Through Wordless Interaction As The Paint Molds Itself Around The Unsung Tales Of Self Empowerment, Regrets, Acceptance And Growth. Layers Upon Layers, Each Rough Draft Fights To Get It Right As The Speaker Stutters Around Pointless Details, Only To Return To The Preface Inception. Just Like The Space Between 2004 and 2016. These Early Works Are A Reminder To See Things As They Really Are And Stop Trying To Force Them To Be Something They Are Not. For They Will Be What They Are, Regardless.