The Piano Lands are a place I invented in a story. A desolate, yet beautiful place of constant winds, metallic soil and huge boulders in shades of pink, grey, crimson and black. It wasn't a good place to get lost in, especially if you didn't know what you were doing. So, of course that is exactly where I end up almost every time I make a painting. And here I am again surrounded by possibilities and dream logic, lost among the boulders.
I am getting annoyed and forgetting the funny things. Usually if I smash my brains against the rocks enough times some interesting brush strokes leak out...
