Trusting that absence makes the heart grow fonder…
When I look at it again, I’ll see it fresh. Something inside me lights up, that insists a particular shape be hidden by a pale yellow veil or a dark corner calls out for hint of cobalt. This can go on for weeks, months, or even years. It depends on the piece.
I can only stop answering when it stops speaking to me.
I love this part of the process as much as the rush in the beginning. It’s a little bittersweet because I know my time with the work is almost over.
I think a long goodbye is good goodbye, so I try to take my time.