The scritch and friction of an old brush I haven't used for over a year.
Visual surprises on my canvas.
Drips of ink.
The tactile satisfaction of smoothing a piece of collage in place.
The patterns my body traces in space as I move through my studio while painting—an ephemeral companion piece to the one on canvas.
The sanctuary and solitude.
The collaboration of mystery and magic.
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| free canvas #2 8x10"work in progress |
