I took to several different journals and smeared painted. I pushed painted. I smushed paint. I stencilled. I stamped. I doodled. I tried to walk away and leave things alone. I tried to push more into a floral arena. I tried to stay abstract.
I was doing fairly well.
Then, I got on the phone, chatting away, and randomly picked up my black China marker (wax pencil) and started to doodle–as I am wont to do anyway…
and that is how this emerged:
I didn’t really like her at first. I didn’t really want her on that page. I worked on the flowers and the vines. I ignored the face.
Then, because there was nothing left to do, I worked on the face.
I didn’t really pay all that much attention to it. I didn’t try to do the best job ever. I threw paint at her and I played around with various things.
Then, I looked up and I saw her…I fell in love with her, because her message to me was so clear.
She is raw. She could be worked on and made to fall into a “beautiful” category…but I decided she is best left as she is.