In the blue light of evening, I am looking closely at this painting that was finished today, and liking it. Really liking it.
Our teacher (I really like her, too) sometimes asks us to talk about our work- the whats & whys. Mostly I just gestured my hands around it. Finally, I said, "I was thinking of 'story'." She was confused. She likes things to keep in the abstract, so I think it troubled her a bit. She was concerned about the hill and flower-like shapes. "It's not a story," I said, "It's about 'story', the idea of 'story'".
I like to have an idea, concept, story to think, feel, and wonder about while making.
"Story"
Layers and layers and marks of it.
