This is one of those journey vs. destination things.
I've always been a journey person.
The destination is important, of course,
but the road not taken, ah, the charms of that.
This painting began at one place and ended up
somewhere altogether unexpected.
There were magnolias lurking in my mind's eye
(Magnolia season is just ending here,
which always flusters me a bit. Will I see them again next year?
Will I ever look at them long enough to satisfy me?)
I was thinking about art and healing.
I was thinking black and white.
And yet the picture was something else before.
And now it's like this.
And that's all good :)