Cutie resting inside my scrap paper box.
Do you ever get overwhelmed by just how many things you can put into words? Words are amazing. I’ve had some wine.
Self portrait from yesterday.
I want to treat photos more like I treat drawing. I always keep lots of scrap paper and unfinished paintings to draw on and cut up and assemble into new things, but I take photos way too seriously. I’ve been thinking of photos as complete pieces when it makes more sense to see them as fragments. If they’re allowed to be fragments then I can collect them and use them and have fun with them just like I do with old parts of drawings.
This is my favourite thing in the Saatchi gallery today. Self Portrait Smashed Rorchach by Ben Quilty