I painted this one almost simultaneously with yesterday’s. I had them side by side on the easel and went back and forth between the two.
I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going with this one. I didn’t know if the bird would reappear at all or if it would be completely dissected into those glorious shapes of color.
I love abstract work, but I find it the most challenging to create. There’s some underlying fear of applying so much paint and not knowing if it will amount to anything. But this whole month I’ve been trying to reframe what “amount to anything” means– trying to put the power of “amounting to something” in the quiet of the process, the joy of discovery, the inhibition of play and not solely in the final product.