Peach, Plum, Pear
The last few days I’ve found myself in a minor depression, mostly over the state of the country. I don’t think I can express my thoughts without writing something cliche, so I won’t.
Painting today was a result of pulling decaying produce out of my fridge and thinking about what the Dutch and Flemish still life painters must have smelled when their setups started to rot.
It’s too bad that abstract principles don’t give off a pungent odor when they’ve gone sour.