When I stopped painting Friday, I thought, Done, and I was pleased to have stopped before getting past a point of no return.
But I knew this piece needed just a little more wind. A little more fresh air. A little more something to blow through it with a sweet pop!
Instant freeze. What if I wreck it? What if my ideas don't work?
Had to find my brave spot.
9x12"; acrylic, graphite crayon, charcoal pencil, pastel pencil, and oil pastel on watercolor paper