Filling countless sketchbooks with paint and ramblings, I record flashes. I paint over my words, cutting and pasting endlessly, finding color combinations that fall just short of matching. I love that awkwardness where colors meet. The process of breaking, tearing and reuiniting paper with paper is pure joy. My initial sketchbook scrawls are unrecognizable.
Unrecognizable
09.03.18 — Rachel Lynn Herbsman
Filling countless sketchbooks with paint and ramblings, I record flashes. I paint over my words, cutting and pasting endlessly, finding color combinations that fall just short of matching. I love that awkwardness where colors meet. The process of breaking, tearing and reuiniting paper with paper is pure joy. My initial sketchbook scrawls are unrecognizable.
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