I worked on a piece a few days ago on a delightful spring day, with windows open and an upbeat feeling of possibility.
But, in the end, the piece just didn't float my boat and I felt irritated every time I looked at it after the fact, both because something in it was "off" and because I couldn't figure out what to do.
I felt limited. I couldn't cut it into smaller pieces because I'd painted on gessbord. I couldn't fathom painting over it because it had a high degree of dimensionality in the collaging and the fabric-ink line.
I couldn't imagine what I could do with it other than toss it.
Then, today, I could imagine.
I grabbed a years-old, crusty, almost unusable tube of Mars Black and painted over the whole dang thing, dimensionality be damned!
I closed the metaphorical windows that were open when I created Tire Swing, Spring Day.
… I think a door just blew wide open!
NO idea where I'll go next with this piece but I'm very curious, very interested.