I was exploring the emotion of revisiting something continually. Whether it was the act of looking or layering on top of something that once existed.

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To not restrict myself with colours instead to create a rainbow with new ones. I see a sense of gravitational force pulling down the canvas. A density in strokes and rhythms. Forms imploding amidst themselves. I ask myself what I’m interested in and what isn’t of interest to me. As well as what seeps in even with erasure and contempt.