I sat down tonight to paint the way Bean does--with color first, then the image taking shape. I had no plan, no illustration in the back of my head, just the commitment to take a small corner of time out of my day to do art this month. It feels good to keep returning to my studio. To give myself this gift of quiet moments, paintbrushes clinking in jars of chalky colored water; tubes of paint and stamps and papers fluttering to the floor like moths.
When the turtles showed up, I pictured them poised to leap into a sky filled with stars, mythic and dreamlike. Because isn't that what the moments before anything are like? Before you leap? Before you know the outcome. You're just there, with a possible bucket of stars below you.
