I started a painting a few weeks ago. As it was taking form something within (I am not sure if I mean within me or within the painting) told me it wasn't right.
I argued it saying 'but it is so close' and 'it is what I had pictured in my mind' and many more words that I will exclude from this blog.
But the feelings within won.
As it grows in its own direction and mood, much like a child, I find I am struggling to find now what needs to be done now on my part. My mind is consumed by the image that has revealed itself thus far and am eager to meet what has left to come forth.
My mind reeling from greens to reds, branches to grass, lightening bugs to the unknown.
Please share my journey