This is from the late 1980s, is/was about 12" x 12", and I still remember the panicked focus with which I painted it. The slathered-on medium dripped through the brushstrokes as they were being made, and at some point I finished painting, and then watched and waited to see how much more image melting would occur. I don't remember if I laid the painting flat to limit the sludge flow. I probably did.
I went through a phase where I really wanted to paint, but did not want to think about what I was painting, or why/if it were important. I just wanted to paint. I would go through old dictionaries looking for simple line illustrations. I'd find something and I'd paint it. This is from that period. At the time I was rejecting all art dialogue, both from the outside and from within.
It's interesting to see art reduced to such conceptually simple terms.