I like to think there’s method in the madness of my disorganised paint pallete. In reality there probably isn’t. I always begin a new paint pallete with the best intentions, and arrange the colours beautifully like a rainbow. Twenty minutes into a painting and I’m so absorbed I don’t even notice that my paint pallete now looks like a unicorn has sneezed on it.
Still, as long as I subconsciously know where I’ve squeezed the new blobs of colour that’s all that matters right?