This morning I felt very agitated because I had an unpleasant meeting with somebody on my morning run – and I felt very agitated and angry and afraid (will I meet him again tomorrow?). I couldn’t drop the fear and turmoil.
I started painting, eventhough inside I felt still tumultuous.
It’s not that I got rid of the feeling (it’s still there). But when I was painting – the feeling wasn’t there. There was just painting – colors, paints, shapes, images, texture. Me and my brushes and the painting that evolved.
This is the result:
Simone, I appreciate and value the written conversation that accompanies your posts recently.
I find the composition, dimensional texture, and depth of the detail you chose to post at the top today compelling.
Yes! I like the white paint, that’s applied with the paintroller.