My intentions: crumple some paper, flatten it out, glue it to a painting support (chose watercolor paper, 8x8"); paint left-handed; make decisions based on what shows up; keep going till I see something I like that feels finished.
Messy process with more time not liking what I saw than liking. Not to mention that I totally forgot to use my left hand. Disliked what was on the page when time ran out—enough to feel an internal heaviness off and on for an hour or two.
Went back today. Kept on messing around with paint. Brush in my right hand again—oops.
Many many layers on this baby, I tell ya!
Felt the urge to move outdoors with my painting, sit on the front steps, shift to ink pens and oil pastels.
Channeled November sunshine and blue skies and 47˚ air through my left hand. Delicious absorption and contentment and energy as I tried this and that.
Loved the little spark plugs of inspiration that moved me along.
8x8", mixed media on watercolor paper