I couldn't put words to the feeling and didn't have a specific image in mind, but now: feeling and image, manifested in paint.
When I set out over a week ago with an itch to scratch, I could not have imagined this particular painting would be the outcome.
But … if *I* didn't imagine it, then who did?
I knew at each step what to reject, what to keep. I knew precisely when to stop.
|An Invitation You Are Not Permitted to Decline|
6x6"; acrylic, latex, India ink, pastel, and collage on canvas board