In march this year I painted this shirt with black acrylic. I liked how it turned out, however, I had no experience in textile painting and so it got washed out in the first wash.
I also had a time period this year where I used to draw on my hands. It works well with ink pens and it lasts a few days when not washed out.
It was a time embossed with strong desire and this affected my being and of course as a part of my being my art. A very stirring time. The shirt was painted excessively in one night, I wanted to wear it on the next day in school and so I had to finish it this day. I needed it as a kind of statement and protection. It's easier to be assessed by people when you are wearing your art as clothes and everybody sees it immediately. A good form of expression and self-explanation if you don't want or cannot express yourself via words, mimic or gesture. The hand drawings where important to me in the same manner, to express this unspeakable inner storm. This time limited body drawings allow you to show every day your current situation of being.
So often I find no other way of expression than my art.
