12 × 12 oil on board, part of the “More Than Words” collection
The word is in this painting. You just can’t see it.
Calm blue, then those dark branching marks pulling everything toward one point. I thought about softening them. I left them instead.
When I painted this word, I hated the way it looked on the canvas. And then I caught myself — isn’t that exactly the point? To accept the things I cannot change, and change the things I can. What I could change, I painted right over. That’s the beauty of a canvas. And maybe, of life too.
12 × 12 oil on board, part of the “More Than Words” collection
The word is in this painting. You just can’t see it.
Calm blue, then those dark branching marks pulling everything toward one point. I thought about softening them. I left them instead.
When I painted this word, I hated the way it looked on the canvas. And then I caught myself — isn’t that exactly the point? To accept the things I cannot change, and change the things I can. What I could change, I painted right over. That’s the beauty of a canvas. And maybe, of life too.
