The Build- Up

When I got home, I dropped the bags of paint in the corner, cleared the living room, and started painting right on the floor.

No easel.

No setup.

Just me, the paint, and the drop cloth.

I painted the first two canvases fast—too fast—because I ran out of room almost immediately.

So I grabbed two pieces of wood, drilled them into the living room wall, and hung those first canvases up to dry.

I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

Two on the wall.

Two on the floor.

Paint everywhere.

And the momentum kept building.

As each canvas filled up, I carried it outside and hung it on the clothing line to dry.

Piece after piece, until all ten were done—my entire living room turned into a workshop, a studio, a place I didn’t even recognize anymore.

When everything finally dried, I cleaned up just enough to walk around.

Then I laid out the work, one by one, and started taking pictures.

Every angle.

Every detail.

By the third day of this whole journey, I had all ten pieces photographed, ready, and uploaded onto a platform called Saatchi Art.

That was the moment it hit me:

This wasn’t just paint on a drop cloth anymore.

This wasn’t a side idea.

This was the build-up—the pressure, the momentum, the spark right before something changes.

This is where the experiment turned into intention.

Where the process became bigger than the plan.

Where CUSS took its first real step.