The sunken compulsion
I feel a compulsion to produce art.
I feel driven to attempt portraiture.
And I feel a need to put a hole in all my pieces.
I find myself wondering, what if every famous piece in the museum had a hole in it?
A Mary Cassatt mother and child, with a neon magenta hole sounds nice.
Jackson Pollock should have cut a hole in his canvas and poured the swirling paint right in.
I don't know what else to say – it's a compulsion, a necessity, and for me, the obvious thing.
What to make next?