My experience of making this work is very intense as I slap on my paint as quickly as possible, watching my own back.  I do not see what I do until I step away, then I see it as a stranger.  Every paint stroke is decisive however fast and rough.

 

One evening in a long alley alone I was suddenly surrounded by a group of young rockers.  They glanced at me indifferently and started to film themselves dancing to a boom box.  I packed up and went over to the lady smoking a cheroot.  She told me that they were preparing to put out a record, but I simply could not understand what she was saying.  I was asked to dance in front of the camera, which I did for less than a minute.  I could see they were not impressed.  As I stood watching the director came, nodded, and slipped me $3.  I thanked him saying I was off to buy a beer.  We all waved as I left.