Corruption.

Thursday I decided to go and buy new paints, since the ones I have are shitty. In the store I was pretty much sitting the art supply aisle and rambling out loud, "That isn't the right colour" and, " What the fuck is the difference between wicker white and titanium white?" What? They look the same to me.  

I don't know why they just don't have your basic primary colours. So,  I decided to go with lipstick red, daffodil yellow, bright ultramarine,  titanium white, and pure black. They did the trick.  

When I started painting, I originally had it on it's side, and just planned to paint whatever came to mind. You know, because it my way of rebelling against the idea of people being sooo precise when they paint. Gotta stay within the lines right? Well, Fuck the lines! 

Anyhow, the concept isn't new. I have like three other paintings from this little world I tend to go back to. I think I'm going to make into an album. I don't have an official title for it yet.. but I imagine I'll have one for it soon. It'll probably come to me when I get back into the groove.