Falling...I picked up my brush and just started painting, preceded by three days of staring at some drawn lines, now the dress...can't even remember what exactly I had outlined, the canvas had laid there for so long unfinished...and now, all of the sudden, it is I who is falling, just like when the brain allows the eye to rule, the hand to wonder knowingly, relinquishing all control, it is a physical feeling of falling through space, slightly unpleasant, certainly exhilarating, strangely uncomfortable...I am falling through space, I am looking down...is it my body? is that my leg? what is below? I want to define a space which engulfs and distorts but is not water, but reality...I am still searching for what it is...the clothes will be a swirling dress, lined and dispersing all around.
Give me a minute please to boil myself down to a single descriptive sentence...I am still working on this!