Dakota

I love the way I feel when I do this. I love the way the wood makes the paint it's own. The paint is the exact same color, it comes from exactly the same bucket, with exactly the same amount of indigo, red, and black. Yet, not every part looks the same... The curves, and filings on the wood make the paint look completely different on each of them. And it's like she sings to me, she's telling me what she wants, she says to me that she likes what I'm doing, and she wants more.

And when I strip the tape and look at what I've turned her into... It's magic. She hesitates for the tiniest second. And then... She looks at me, she's fantastic. She's pleased.