As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think my experiment works... I say that in the present tense because this may be one of those pieces that I keep messing with again and again. My husband calls it the laboratory. I think that's a good analogy. As long as I'm not afraid to mess it up, it may become more interesting with time. It's such a strong irrational fear-- messing a painting up. I think it may come from having too strong of a visual concept before beginning to paint. So, as soon as I say screw it, it can only get better, or at least it can't get any worse. And if I do get too frustrated there is always the thought of some sort of laboratory explosion... Paint flying everywhere...
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