I have the compulsion to complete my pieces, finishing the parts of the painting I am completely uninterested in. Fuck the parts of the painting I’m uninterested in. I imagine this is a side-effect of the sort of photo-realism I am attempting in my work.
What is the point of that? Surely I am interpreting a photograph, not attempting to display it realistically. My favourite pieces are the ones that don’t end. That sit, taunting me, begging to be finished off. Fuck you paintings, you will remain open.