Saturday, March 24, 2012

nature abhors a vacuum

Sometimes My Sacred Dove is a Peacock.
And yet we are held together by this vast Nothingness . . . but I digress. The point is I finished the painting with the silvery peacock and the screaming, crying woman. Which meant an empty easel. Which meant I had to start another painting. So I did.
So begins another painting journey.

1 comment:

Ruth said...

I see something voodoo-esque in this.