Not liking what I've got in front of me.
The black lines: too black, too rectilinear, too ugly—in fact, the whole piece is ugly.
My impulse is to add more black (what???), and some red. So I do.
And I scribble in some more penciled circles.
I am so lost.
I get out my brayer, soften things up a little, take stock.
But then I send photos to lifelong cherished friend and fellow art adventurer, Sylvia. Even before she responds, I feel emboldened: oil pastels!
Next, some containment.
And now, refrigeration. I'm tucking this painting, and the whole SNeries, away for a few days.
It occurs to me that I led myself to today's reaching out to Sylvia by referring yesterday to a fictitious advisory board in my blog writing—good work, self!
And, thank you, thank you, Sylvia—your suggestions, your encouragement, your insights, and your being in the trenches with me have reinfused me.