I yearn for something in my painting that is elusive in every way. It has thus far found its way into self-expression in only the littlest of snippets, the most fleeting of flashes.
I can't describe for you—let alone myself—what it is. I just know I'll know it when I feel and see it.
Until then, I am totally in for the ride, for whatever transpires in the here and now, trusting everything to be just what it is 'supposed' to be.
Trusting it to be just what it is.
Today it is this little postcard.
|Silks, Batiks, Woolens—You Name It, I Have Some|
4x5"; acrylic, ink, collage, and pastels on paper
mounted on manila stock