Again, I’ve never painted like this before. It flew out of me and then I immediately hated the hell out of it. I had such a strong urge to just rip it off the watercolor block and trash it. Instead, I walked away and went to bed.
In the morning, I looked at it with very different eyes. It’s curious…I wonder about having such a visceral reaction to something “new” that emerged from deep inside me. I wonder about that inner dialogue that teetered between, “Destroy it, quickly!”, and, “No, wait (hint: this is good stuff)”. To some extent, I see it as a visual metaphor for the changing dynamics within myself and my life in general.
But then, I see metaphor in everything.
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