After 6 weeks of nausea...

... it's done and I'm happy.

I just finished a new painting. Since all the photographs turn out weird, I can only show you a sneak preview. You gotta come visit me to see it. Looks way better than the photo.

"Under flowers" Nikki York, 2011, acrylics on canvas, 72x84"

I couldn't tell you for how many hours I've been staring at it, before I could finish it. I got stuck in this terrible stage when it looked like Alice in Wonderland. Not totally awful, but also not what I wanted.

About 2 hours ago I was biting the final bullet. I was thinking: "All right, all or nothing, I might fuck up 6 weeks of work and 200 bucks in material in a minute, but I have to do this," and I grabbed the spray can. It probably doesn't make much sense to anybody, but my biochemistry goes nuts when I paint. From serotonin to total lack thereof and most nauseating: the adrenalin.

My most evil and most loved tool: White light in a can.

Couldn't have done it any better. Exactly what it needed.
And sometimes I need a cross country drive with a huge full moon over the desert to understand another bit about light and the eyes that see it.