I tell you what...this whole process was elusive. Like chasing foxes on foot and herding rabbits in my spare time. The structure and method where there after Introvert's Rhyme, but just out of reach. I have gotten so much closer to controlling brush work and effects with water on each piece that I lose the tension of what I created in the collage. Few happy mistakes and making the piece work. Intention and execution from beginning to end. I feel responsible for what my hands do and I am proud to take up that task with much pride. I'm slowly remembering old lessons from instructors and professors long since gone from my daily routine. The ease, flow and control of the brush is a sign of maturity and accomplishment. With that said , I hope to be the crusty type of old dallying on my 300th worked collage on day. I see art in my future as of last night. My friend helped me into calm and not to forget the world has its own fascinations to impart. The path has changed. It is still rocky for the most part, but I am not afraid to walk over boulders in these tired sandals of mine.
Meanwhile I have tasks I long ago set before myself to finish. Rest and recording the muses lecture in my journal seem where I am headed. I'll regroup sometime into the weekend to see where my head and drive are at.
As ever, stay hungry and curious.