Look at this tasty painting. I “worked” on it for something like five months. It sat on my easel looking coy; somehow the juices to power the last several brushstrokes needed to brew behind the scenes for much longer than seems reasonable.

I get it though; some art requires certain quests of you to be done right. My art has never just been pictures I control. It’s a conversation I’m having with myself and everything involved, and sometimes that conversation is a little over my own head.

I did finish the painting though.

Now it happily sits on a yellow wall in a cozy room, sharing what secrets it will with whomever has the guts or snark to inquire.

For all my audacious transparency I will never be without my own secrets …

… additional obvious statements await.

This piece is acrylic on canvas.