I reach a point with a painting where I'm lost, dead in the water. Yesterday, I had wanted to paint, but various occurrences kept me from the easel and that made for a very unhappy Dawn. When I did finally get to my studio corner, I grabbed a flat sable and daubed black paint in a few places. This was enough for the moment, but not enough to satisfy.
Today, however . . .
I decided the blue hands needed a body . . .
I made the connection between the hearts . . .
And outlined them in a shining gold paint . . .
A poem that turned up on this morning's Lunabar . . .
The face will be worked on yet. It's not conveying much right now.
For today, I feel full, I feel like the images are going places and making connections.
All done while listening to some of this.