This image began last winter as I had tried to learn the Decalcomania technique that Max Ernst employed. I could never pull it off after many tests. I, however, have been able to derive from his technique and developed one of my own.

This image, as I have become conscious of it, explicitly reflects how I have been coming to exist in the world now. I have been becoming more and more internalized, as a response to to the world at large. This is a dangerous sign. I have been existing as an isolated artist and being repelled by employment, because it robs me of my time to be an artist; it is now a Kafka’ian Work-repeat-work-repeat-work-repeat life. What struck me the most recently had been a panic-like experience when I was coming to the end of this painting. I was conscious that I was not yet prepared to begin another painting, and therefore, there conscious of a period of time that I will not be painting. I am in this time, in-between paintings, and I am not yet actively involved with a new painting; I am temporarily not “Being” and artist. Existentially, this disturbs me on an ontological level. I must begin a new painting, immediately, so that I do not experience this.

Much of this has been prompted by the upcoming Western world economic recession and ongoing inflation, the 21st century western worlds recent conflict with Communism and Russia’s interest in re-assimilating its former Soviet countries, and that I have reached a point in life where I am very aware of how irrelevant I am as an artist in the world. The world has been realizing itself as a Sartre’ian nightmare.