today i wandered past a painting i did about 6 months ago. it was interresting to notice it in the stark winter conditions. it was just clinging to the wall i thought. the red i used has already started fading to orange. but still, there it is, just not as proud as it was.... or as warm.
got me thinking tho about the paintings we do around the traps and their life on the wall. as the fade, as they crumble, as they get crossed or demolished, they continue to live. infact sometimes i rekn they take on a more robust existance in our eyes, our communitys and the eyes of others...