Getting involved with local artists of Alytus, I was invited to do a little canvas - to put ‘that artist stroke’... for the city’s museum archive. These kinds of ideas aren’t quite something I agree with or get excited about, so I was strategically avoiding it. But they kept reaching out, so I thought: I’ll make something ugly, and they won’t invite me anymore. Yes, such a kid.

I arrived at the museum so ready to destroy the canvas. Stood there, mixing all the colours they gave me to get something muddy, and eventually hit the canvas with a bunch of it, scratching the surface, destroying the paintbrush, pushing the paint around in chunks, and making the canvas surface visible again. I stopped and looked at it, surprised. I thought to myself: you bastard, look what happened when you tried to be mean. I liked what I made. And the process was fun and liberating, with no obligation to the vision for result and with no endeavor.

I left with the feeling of wanting more.

What you see here is that more. Over the course of two years, with other projects in process, I filled an entire sketchbook with these miniature paintings, exploring movement. But I can only say that now, because when the paintbrush was in my hand, I wasn’t exploring anything. I was just moving.

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