Even though this painting was completed in early 2016 I remember it vividly. I remember storming into my studio around midnight after driving around for hours waiting on a phone call from someone who, it turns out, would neglect for the very last time. I was furious, frantic, and overwhelmingly angry at myself for not being able to just calm down. Thankfully there was a 40"x42" canvas already stretched and primed, waiting for me in the corner. I remember grabbing my putty knives and cigarettes, and the rest is still a bit hazy. Judging by the mess the next morning I definitely threw a lot of paint around. The one thing I distinctly remember from that night was the longer I stood in front of the canvas the less and less I felt like putting my fist through the wall. Unfortunately however, with no clear direction when I started the painting, as a whole it lacked a feeling of unity and completion, movement and flow. Desperate not to throw it out, it had after all been the best therapy session I had ever had, I pulled out 3 different sized frames and moved them around the painting until I found parts and pieces that worked. I have chosen to submit this particular one because it is not only my favorite, but I feel that by showing this painting, it will be the final step in the healing process that it started.
