.I'VE BEEN THINKING LATELY HOW IT'S WEIRD THAT, EVEN AFTER 60 years i still "don't know my own mind" ; atleast half (or in my case 90%)of my brain seems to reside in a very dark room with a closed door; I see things go in, and i see the same things come out, but they are transformed. what takes place in that "dark room" is the mystery..THE WORKSHOP I'M TEACHING END OF AUGUST( http://emandal.com/artstays-i-2015/ ) asks you to see painting not as an end in itself but as A WAY TO BETTER KNOW YOURSELF...STILL a few openings...hope to see you there.
