In the begining there was a sheet and an energy that had to be expressed. A bed sheet that had no bed and a cabinent full of paint that had been neglected for way to long. No preconcieved
idea. NO preliminary drawing. NO plan. Just a feeling. The need for movement in my search for silence. AS the day progressed more color was added and images began to emerge from the mass of color. My 4 year old daughter came out to "help" me and began a painting of her own.
2 comments:
Who says you need a canvas to paint. All you need is an old sheet and a little space to stretch out.
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