I was going to play with flower doodles again.
And then that's not what happened.
I grabbed a piece of manila stock, set up a tonal palette of black, browns, white. Picked up a palette knife and scraped some paint across my canvas. Scratched across the wet paint with the end of the knife a few times. Let it dry. It was basically a small mess of scraped paint on paper.
I used a brayer to veil some of it.
Sat staring for a minute or two. Reached for stencils—nah. Reached for pens. Yah, maybe. Drew some lines.
Reached for oil pastels.
Short, sweet, satisfying.
I don't know why these tonals are calling to me. I just know they are. I don't know why abstraction is calling to me. I just know it is.
This piece has a magnetic quality for me.
Isn't this just the best little mystery?
4x5", acrylic, ink, and oil pastel on manila stock