I just love the beginning stages of a painting. . . so ripe with possibility. . . so much potential. . . so understated and haunting. Like skeletons of what’s to come. I often sit and stare at them, all that negative space and the bone structure with glimpses a future. I may just create a whole series of these beginnings just because they fascinate me so much. Such it is with this gigantor piece I worked on one night this weekend. Not sure if I want to keep it light and fruity or dark and moody. . . leaning towards the lighter option. Oh and wow, time for a studio cleaning!