Destruction V1

I’ve destroyed a few paintings again. An ugly painting upsets me and I lament how important they are to my practice. It’s difficult to sit with something that reflects back your own ugliness. I thought the only mirror I had was the one in the bathroom, but I guess there’s a few more right here painted in blue and green in the ugliest of tones.

Maybe these ugly paintings can teach me to love myself entirely. I’ve worked hard to package up and display my favorite parts, and oh, how empty that feels. What’s it count if I can’t share the full picture?