You're only given a little spark of madness.
You mustn't lose it.
I have no idea how these paintings will be received by the public but I know that when I'm painting and these weird little faces begin to peek out from the colorful chaos of my backgrounds, I smile and my grin only gets bigger as the whole creature reveals itself to me. It really does feel like magic...like I'm meeting old friends that I've only corresponded with but not yet met in person. Their images are surprising but they also feel comfortably familiar. (I have the same sort of feeling when I sculpt...sounds crazy I suppose but there it is.) Anyway, I hope that at least a few people see these paintings for what they are: a celebration of my inner child.
I'm not sure yet how I'm going to title these paintings. Should I give them names? Or just numbers? I'm leaning towards naming them all; numbers seem so impersonal. Still thinking this over so this little fellow remains nameless at this moment. Hopefully, he'll feel brave enough to speak up soon so I don't have to keep calling him "Sparks 1."