I Painted the Same Thing for a Year and It Was Never the Same Thing

by Akiko Amora

I should say upfront that I did not choose this subject. The subject showed up. There is a difference and it matters for everything that follows.

The first morning I was not awake in any meaningful sense. I was vertical, which in a studio where the paint is always within reach and the canvas is always already there is more or less the same as working. It was early in a way I find personally objectionable.