I know, bad lighting but I paint at night.
This one was nearly ruined by a touchy, feely teenaged boy visiting my daughter. By the time he left, my jaw hurt from clenching it and I was madly brushing black paint on my brightly colored abstract.
It was an awful mess, but really was a blessing in disguise... the paint, not the boy. I had been struggling with the painting and adding the white to not only cover the black but define my composition, really worked for me.
Also in other randomness...
If you are a Twitter person, I have finally joined the Twitterverse. I feel old and out of touch. I have been stumbling through the whole Twitter thing like an old lady. So, follow me @Kerrysteeleart and I won't feel so stupid if you do.
An odd question. What do people in your family and guests do with throw pillows and decorative bed pillows? I am curious because even the most polite people I know seem to find it OK to toss them on the floor. I can't tell you how this horrifies me. I know I am uptight.. sorta but the FLOOR?!
Do you hate the painting, my daughter's new friend, pillows on the floor, or is it all just fine to you?