I paint with beads. Discrete droplets, geometric increment
of color and texture.
There is no palette where the colors are poured out; imagine
a painter scrambling from one drawer to the next for the next stroke. The right
size, the perfect color- one of a whole string of beads, or just one unique
irreproducible drilled thing.
Each bead, like a token on an abacus, can be an effort to
place, and mean so much more than the mere fact of placing it beside the one
before it.
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