As I child, I would watch my father use strips of illustration board instead of brushes to make swaths of paint. I must’ve imprinted on this, because paintings where you can see the brushstrokes are always my favorites.
Here I’m using camera movement and slow exposures to get near the looseness of a brushstroke. This feels both new and nostalgic to me. The departure from sharply-defined focus puts me in touch with a younger, daydreamy self and a sense of home.