I wake up in the morning: no painting.
In the afternoon: a painting!
Something new in the world that was never here before!
This freepaint today, who knows where it came from? I went to my studio knowing only that I wanted to pick up a brush and paint. I went in with no colors in mind, no scene, not even a loose idea.
Magentas and purples and turquoises raised their hands. I put them on my palette, dabbed my brush in, whirled around to my easel, let my brush land wherever and however it landed.
Did it again.
Once I covered my sheet of canvas paper, yet another warm-enough-to-sit-outdoors November afternoon teased me out to the front steps with pens and pastels in hand.
With sunshine on my shoulder and paper, I traced ink lines around glossy shapes on the painted surface.
Loved the precision, the sharpness of the lines.
I selected pastels and rubbed their matte finish wherever my eye directed my hand.
Loved the relaxation, the softness of the smudges.
Such a new experience to see my insides on the outside in this way—in color, line, and shape instead of in words.
8x6", acrylic, ink, and oil pastels on canvas paper