These two paintings flowed from Scott’s mind and hands yesterday. His body was fully reclined. His hands icy cold. His eyesight blurry. His artistic drive still intact.
Late last night I asked him where the art was coming from– he’s been so prolific the past few days– and, how is he able to do it with all that is happening to him?
Scott answered that he did not know, but that this new series of shrinking detailed faces was like himself….I’m shrinking. I’m painting these tighter and smaller as I shrink.