Obsessed with Paint's Metamorphosis I am utterly captivated by paint, not just for its final form, but for its entire transformative journey. The thick, almost muddy viscosity gives way to a dry, surprisingly supple skin – a testament to paint's remarkable metamorphosis. I layer it on, each stroke a slow germination, fusing with the one before to create a self-sufficient entity. It becomes more than paint – a seductive, skin-like plastic that forms its own world. The creatures that emerge from this process are both unsettling and strangely familiar. They exist in a liminal space, blurring the line between living being and its painted representation.