Looking Back, from the series Memories
Restarted painting a wee bit more, just fumbling and messing around at the moment seeing what arises, comes through, gets taken down. Brushing up my brushes and skills, playing along.
Journeys we take and have taken (can) define us. What we see and experience along the way. The blades of grass, the people that teach us, the situations encountered we learn from, or don’t.
One thing I have come to realize recently, or rather been reminded of, is that there is no rush, even if it may seem there is…as there is a box at the end of it all. Having said that, it does not stop me enjoying the occasional wind combing my hair.
What does this painting make you think of or remind you of?