I must tell you . . . painting this was super scary. Brushes give me some feeling of control. My inner gremlin was raging through the entire process!
The palette knife is truly unpredictable . . . and the paint so thick, I must really slow down, allowing the paint to dry between layers or it becomes a big smeary mess!
This one had me declaring out loud to my studio-mate (and Mom) that, "I'm giving myself permission to really *&%@# this one up!"
The little guy on the easel below is the start of my second attempt....we'll see how it goes. Right now, not so well. Sigh.
When I return to it in a day or two, I'll take a few deep breaths and leap.
You see, painting is never really about painting, for me anyway. No. It's continually about surrender.