And not always surprises I like.
Here I sit metaphorically scratching my head, muttering, Huh.
Right now, no ideas. Can't imagine where I'll go next, how I could move this painting somewhere that makes me say, Yup.
But here's what I love: Whatever's obscuring my vision in this moment will get tired and wander off. Some new idea or impulse will grab my hand.
|untitled work in progress|
acrylic, tissue, newsprint, ink, oil pastel