The walls in my room had been too loud with their scribbles of colors and fat lines of duct tape. Visitors would pass though and make their marks on any given free space in my room while we worked on projects. There wasn't much empty space for you to relax your eyes. No room for thought, just a room filled of meaningless acts of hand masturbation. It were as if the walls were screaming creativity with out any direction . I wanted my work to take a different direction and I thought, by eliminating the clutter textures layered upon my walls I could start fresh.
Everyone enjoys that fresh feeling of a cleared palette, with you the creator, ready to dive into new works. With me being too eager to wait on a ride to the paint store to purchase a new interior color, I reacted upon impulse and grabbed any can of paint lying within arms length. It was a free can, but it just so happened to be black. I thought nothing of the shade until I had finished. I had never really been a true believer in how painting your walls in your room a certain hue would invoke a different feeling. As dumb as it sounds I thought it was all a myth and was something your mind could over come. But it's true! My room turned into a cave, my mood seemed more rejective; almost like a sinking feeling. Oddly enough the easiest way to describe this incident are through these photos I had taken of my clean up that night.
Manipulating the ugly into something you might find beautiful- 'Deep Sinking
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