When I look at my old paintings today I realize that they are not the same as they were back then. They are different now, like if they aged and matured. Of course they didn't actually change, but they reveal something I didn't see in them before, and it all makes perfect sense. They are all connected in some sort of self-unfolding symphony.
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Just imagine how badass, poetic, and revealing they are going to be in 40 years or so.... :)
That's the plan! :-)