My day in paint

I started out my day painting this...

I was thinking about all the people crossing the border into the U.S. and how hard this must be. People just trying to find a better life, just as we would do if we were in their shoes.

This made me feel sad and grateful at the same time.

I then decided to change subjects and for no apparent reason, painted these legs.

I looked at the legs for a while, and decided it needed a torso, so I went into town and bought another canvas. I started off painting a made-up torso, but decided I should paint a real one.

Since I was the only model available, I took off my clothes and got into the paint.

I was thinking that in order to get to any new place in art, we have to be willing to expose ourselves, which I mean figuratively, but took literally. Otherwise we are just rehashing what's already been done.

Not that I'm doing anything new, but my only hope to get to a place where my work is truly unique is to learn more about who and what I am.

These are the kinds of things I'm thinking about, and this is my day in paint.