Studio time is brief. I draw a scene from a memory, trying to figure out how to fit a body into a rectangle, drawing it at once.
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He falls asleep, if I react quickly, a painting might be born today. When I observe him, I can paint his beauty. The watercolors can describe this softness better. He wet his pants while sleeping, I’ll take care of it when the painting is finished.
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We paint together with watercolors. He chooses the big brush. He moves it across the paper in a long stroke, and then quickly in all directions, and later trots with it on top of the paper, returning again and again to the blue. I want to learn from him.
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I enlarge the format, and have a strong desire to paint bursting shapes with swift movement. I move the brush, drawing a wide arc from side to side. The line succumbs to the edge of the paper and curves downward. A woman hardly fits the frame of the painting again.
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I want to begin painting without knowing what will be painted.
For a moment, shapes appear that might be anything.
In the following moment, my nose appears.