When it begins, I don’t have a plan. Not a conscious one anyway. I just go. And as I go the moment seems to arise that the light bulb goes off. Each whip, stroke, blur has a purpose. The orientation of each movement becomes intentional. So it flows. In my creative realm, a “bad picture” has become another form of art and there’s no waste. Everything has a purpose.
The photo above is what came from the bottom photo of what was. What a beautiful piece this would make on metal. Even a large canvas. A display of nature that no one will guess is a tribute to Ms. Nibbled.
Nut House Central 