So, as my first post I figured i'd go no holds barred, full frontal assault, playfully dangling my art infront of your eyes.
It was a sudden urge which crackled accross my cranium, jolted by an electric idea and moved by a sharp tether tugging at my soul.
"I need to paint", I thought.
I haven't really painted before, but always wanted to. I loved the idea of paint coating your hands, splashing the floor, and dripping down your brush. A slobbering symphony of colours and imagination creating something out of nothing. It's magic to materialise something which only existed as a fleeting thought.
Words aside, I love making stuff - but am not very good at it.
The painting below is the result of all the splashes from my canvas pooling into an abstract, ethereal, amalgamation of serendipity and art.
