Fauve
Sometimes I am more excited to go out and make a picture with an invented hue, a higher intensity, amount/thickness of paint, and using a brighter brush (or even knife) stroke. Sometimes it’s predetermined and sometimes it’s upon a reflection of the power of the place, and to facilitate a less cerebral and more nervous-system-derived result. Sometimes its a reaction or expression of concern (see The Watch, below. When I painted it I was feeling unusually mad at the reckless disrespect given to our Eastern Slopes – demand, mutilate, repeat.








