I entered this world with extreme care,
following on the heels of old poets.
I quickly scribbled them in the dark, on the pad next to my bed and fell down back into sleep.
The muses are flying around, sprinkling words of wonder on the world, and sometimes we get lucky and happen to catch a few.
Progression. The piece below started off not exactly like this, the figure in the middle was more prominent and the colors were different. I wasn't happy with it so I flew towards the canvas and "attacked" it will new colors and swam them around with a squeegee. That's when the title came to me; Layer Cake.
I let it sit, for weeks, not really sure what to do, but knowing, for me, it still wasn't done. This past weekend I finally got brave enough and "attacked" it again.
I'm letting it sit, again. It's almost finished. I'm waiting for her to tell me what to do next.
16 x 20 inches on 2 inch cradle board. Oil, wax, collage.