I recently reunited with this painting from 2013. 34.75 in x 34.75 in acrylic on canvas.
Looking back I wonder if I was better, or am I just as good as I am now. I can only say, I don't know, never new, and still haven't a clue. All I know is I like this old painting. Perhaps too I am just getting old, past my prime, but perhaps on path to a new prime. But certainly must keep going and not think about it.
The more abstract has greater mental freedom, less restrictive than having ideas.
Nothing and everything matters, especially what others think.
Mark Twain was frustrated by others as well. Where thought itself was offensive. The nothingness is the zen. Perhaps Art frees us to babble, allow ourselves to see the absurdity and the same time the essence of it. That perception as well as light is bent by gravity.