I'd left free-and-easy on shore and was way out in the choppy waters of fussy-and-frantic. Never a good thing.
Well, actually, it can be a good thing. It can wake me up.
And it did.
I woke up and knew I needed to get away from fussy and back to bold, or even over to reckless.
I pulled out oil pastels and, before I could think, circled a bunch of spaces on my painting. No sooner done than I grabbed a brush and painted over all the space surrounding the circles. Added some dimensional fabric paint lines.
And utterly content.
I keep staring through the holes I've punched through the fabric of the universe and I'm mesmerized by the galaxies I see in the distance.*
6x6", acrylic, collage, ink, and oil pastel on gessobord