Grunge Acrylic

Oh that ominous blank white canvas. I don't know about my colleagues, but when I paint, I move the instruments so quickly, that I need to stop sometimes and hold back the ideas for a couple of minutes. It is a bit like the moment when you bite into a delicious dish after long hours of not eating: truly, there is not bigger inspiration than a blank sheet. This time I wanted to continue experimenting with this worn-out style, to smuggle as much "dirty" movement into a small piece as much as possible, without mixing the main colours into something bad looking. I am actually quite satisified how it ended, even flashing the texture of the canvas here and there.

Finished with satin varnish, signed and dated on the back.