A new hope

Today I started to paint. Not on commission, not an illustration.

I have not painted for at least half a year and have no hope that it will work out fine on the first try, if I continue this task on regular basis I might have got back into the understanding of the process by the summer. Painting is getting harder for every year that passes, for every image I see. When thinking about it now it seems logic that my approach to painting is similar to what I used to do 15 years ago, just drowning everything in dissolved oil colors, killing every hue, now I have to wait for a week or so until I can start again. It’s a total mess. The notion of the “temple” kept coming to me while working. Maybe that will be the gateway.