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September 8, 2007
I have paint under my fingernails.

That's OK: art is messy, or at least it should be, in my opinion.

Our first experience of art is with things that squelch and run and drip, whether paint or clay or the food on our plates which we squish and reshape till its contours satisfy our infant aesthetics.

It is satisfying to slap on colour in bright globs, spattering the surrounding surfaces in our enthusiasm. It feels good to work clay or plasticine into fantastical creatures or abstract shapes, squeezing and pinching, rolling and twisting.

Life is messy and so is art.