Groovy Decay
I must admit I’m fascinated with wear and tear. There must be some disorder in the DSM called “cognitive-empirical degradation syndrome” or something. Scratches, dents, blemishes, they all interest me terribly. I am enjoying watching the old Neon rust. I make paintings on wood and then sand them down. (I’ve been doing that for years, though.) I think that the tiny pick scratches on my guitars make beautiful, sweeping arcs. In fact, the reason I painted the guitar and bass last year was that I wanted to see the finish get all scuffed and scarred from use.
This painting is on the back of my clipboard, which I use constantly for any kind of writing that doesn’t happen on the computer. I think my co-workers think I’m strange.