I make the mess I need to make the art that wants to be made.
My mess beyond the studio seems to include getting lost in Berlin, wasting time on Netflix, spending money on clothes I don't like after buying, eating silly food and suffering after, falling over. And did I mention buying a thatched cottage and then taking 4 years to sell it? And always dropping food on best clothes when out to dinner? And breaking cups? ...
I hate mess and it's taken years to come to terms with its necessity in a lived life.
Out of the mess of multiple layers of painting, this finished itself today: