I fiddle a bit and then, the first time I feel any sort of visual satisfaction, I stop.
Without evaluating whether or not the piece is 'complete.'
Without worrying it like a dog with a bone.
It's an experiment. It has fulfilled its creative purpose.
Now it will go on to live a happy life as a postcard sent from me to my dad in Maine. Hi, Futh!
|4x5"; acrylic, collage, and pastels on paper,|
mounted on card stock