Sunday, October 9, 2011
Day thirteen - brushwork
I a way I like my old Japanese brush because it is proving impossible to tame. My ideal of beauty in art is something that is perfect while looking accidental, a slip of the brush, cat walks across it and suddenly you have a masterpiece. You do not know how hard that is to achieve until you try it. That's one reason I post so many of these (36 out of 110), so you might see me inching towards that perfect accident - which looms ahead of me, some ten thousand pictures from now, I hope.