feather and domino spots

Feathers and domino spots and some more detail in the folded newspaper.



I'm feeling the momentum. Sometimes painting is like stepping into the edge of the ocean and being smacked down by a wave. Other times, it's like being pulled out to sea by a riptide. The thing is, you go willingly. At the end of the day, you paddle wearily back to the shore of your other life. The one with dinner to cook and laundry to fold. It's a good life.