The Ice Pond

#149 – Tuesday, April 22nd

I’m spoiled. In twenty thirteen the muse sang loud and clear, guiding my hand at every turn. Twenty fourteen . . . not so much. Even though my research has unearthed many new splendors, those moments aren’t being easily translated into paint. I seem to be trying to cram everything into one thing, and it just isn’t working. So I turn to blue. Washes of Anthraquinone, layer on layer, scraping down in between, obscuring the too much, revealing the just enough. A hole in the ice.

the ice pond
  the finder group   Thanks for reading. Charles

2 thoughts on “The Ice Pond

  1. Pingback: Interventions, Voyeuristic Illusions, And Off, Off, Off. | it happens every tuesday

thanks for reading!

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