I'm sure those hazy, ravey days of the early 1990s helped unlock my path in later life. If you were there too, I hope you had a good time!
The story here is a familiar one. I finished one piece of work, and found I had loads of paint left on the palette. Blue mostly. When will I ever learn?
I launched myself at a fresh canvas. Attacked it, literally, beating out joyous, percussive rythmns until I ran out of oil.
This painting is definitely characterised by a sequence of repetitive beats. Is that still illegal, these days?