I think I was inspired by the fog.
It hung low, like a veil over the melting snow this week. It softened and obscured everything.
I found myself doing the same with this painting. Layering tiny brush strokes of pure white to conceal some shapes and let others float like mysteries in the haze.
Deciding what should fade back and what should be the intense focus, feels like a metaphor for life. What to hold onto and what to let go? Seems like the right question, to bring clarity to life and art.
Curious… how the murky fog helps me see things clearer.
“Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.” -Henri Matisse