So, I don’t have like a “studio” or whatever. It normally switches between my bedroom floor (which my parents hate because I’ve left streaks of oil paint all over my floor) or my parents shed.
I did this on the shed floor, talking to my best friend about how shit the fact was that we just had to have unfulfilling creative hobbies.
Anyway, this painting reminds me of fire. In Australia, where I’m from, everything is kinda like fire. In summer, the heat is like fire. When you turn on the tap, the water is hot like fire. And every night, the sunset is like fire in the sky.
So this painting, is the fire of the sunset, bleeding into the coolness of the night.
(Even though half the time the night is so hot you sweat by standing still).