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Black paint scrumbled with a mini whisk and then smudged into the canvas -- that was the beginning. Then a Joan Mitchell exhibition, and a daughter's observation that Mitchell painted with the audacity of someone who felt no obligation to fill every inch. A few weeks later, magenta and white arrived to finish what the black had started.
The bare canvas between the marks is not empty. It's confidence.
8” x 10” inches acrylic on canvas. Wired and ready to hang.
Black paint scrumbled with a mini whisk and then smudged into the canvas -- that was the beginning. Then a Joan Mitchell exhibition, and a daughter's observation that Mitchell painted with the audacity of someone who felt no obligation to fill every inch. A few weeks later, magenta and white arrived to finish what the black had started.
The bare canvas between the marks is not empty. It's confidence.
8” x 10” inches acrylic on canvas. Wired and ready to hang.