the beginning of a new painting on a sunny/rainy friday morning

I miss my son Khaled so much. And this has nothing to do with the painting. Or maybe it does.
I miss my son Khaled so much. And this has nothing to do with the painting. Or maybe it does.
Orange. That’s the first colour I see followed by a deepening blue about the chops of the two lovelies you chose to create. There seems to be a narrative – of longing, secrets maybe or at least intimacies between good friends. I really like your loose treatment of the colours, and the colour choices. Do they choose you or is it vice versa? Maybe a bit of both. Do you perhaps dream them, then feel obliged to employ them?
I find DreamThinking is good for helping to finish troublesome work.
Right now I’m preparing for a talk next Thursday so I DreamThink, DreamTalk, TalkDream, SleepWalk and all the other variations of consciousness. As for narrative, there’s always a story.