I loved painting my cube art pieces but this one was begging me to take it on a little trip, further from home, further from my comfort. So I popped it out of its frame and set it on my easel.
My initial swipes were a disappointment. But I have learned that the middle of my painting process is generally the hardest, the ugliest, and the most mocking. Right there in the middle I start to hear that satan voice calling me out as a poser. This time stayed true to the general rule- I was severely doubting the finale.
I wanted the piece to reminisce graffiti and I wanted it to be free and easy looking.
I chose this piece for reassignment.