Painting after performance. The room was full of color and reeked of high paint fumes. There were mirrors lined with blue stripes which reflected parts of yourself. I saw the blue splashes of a Hockney painting in real life and the angry drips of a Pollack masterpiece too.
I also discovered Helena Almeida for the first time. It made me think about inhabited painting, the different processes and the act of producing an artwork. My next photo project will be stitched up with ribbons and marked with graffiti cans. I cannot actually wait.