I finally did it. Went to the tulip fields. To take pictures. To store sensorial experiences for my paintings. I walked there for an hour, looking at the flowers, the wooden crates, taking pictures of the flowers from above, looking at the crevices in the soil- what a beautiful artwork!- and was taken by surprise by the incredible fragrance. It was cold, but I didn't care, felt like the garden of Eden. When I came back home I turned into the squirting artist I wished I were a few weeks ago. I went loose. I reworked on my two landscapes that have given me such a hard time for months, and turned them into something else, I ran wild. I was liberated, using larger brushes, and operating with large brush strokes, fearless. Squirt!
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