As my brush violently hits the turpentine and swirls the poisonous liquid into a whirlpool my mind, body and soul intertwine to formulate new ideas. I'm searching for something shocking, something new, and I will continue to create until my right brain is empty. This painting that I am creating now is a woman. She is naked and empty as the blank white canvas. She has no face, no arms, and no soul, but she carries a small bright yellow and orange embryo with a heart tattoo within her bright pink womb. Her ovaries have become fruits. Her pelvic bone is bright orange which gradients to a lemo…
