In my latest series, an experiment in the bursts of color. What does the eye force itself to see within the chaos of color? Why does it force the brain to make out shapes and images to create a relationship with the art? Does it make for a better or worse experience?
Chaotic and almost beyond control of which direction the paint goes some people find beauty in disorder. Others force their brain or eye to see a story within it, creating their own relationship with these paintings.