I completely lost myself in my studio whilst painting this.
I love it when you start adding paints to the canvas and you have no idea what it will evolve into. It is a process of unfolding and (hopefully) a lovely surprise when you first meet the image staring back at you from the canvas. The first meeting is sweet. So much so that you sneak back to the studio from time to time to glance at it once more with fresh eyes to confirm it is still there waiting…waiting for you decide if it is finished or will be worked on some more. Just like a good book, your painting beckons and wishes for you to commune at it’s centre once again. Something inside you has been shared in every brush stroke, every intention of shape and colour. It is a part of you expressed in the outside world. It is a gift to be shared.
As yet, this piece has no name.
I welcome any suggestions!