This morning I did a search on street art/ graffiti, looking for inspiration. This painting was started the spring and it was inspired by street art and a poem my cousin wrote. It still feels incomplete, but I love the texture and layers of color. I want to draw on these things in my next canvas.
Yesterday, I posted about what has been compelling me. After I writing, it slowly dawned on me that I just needed to stop fighting the feeling, just keep drawing these faces, as some how they are meant to help me. Last night at work I came up with an idea for a canvas, I did a quick sketch on scrap paper, and this morning I worked a little more on the idea, I am slowly flushing it out. I cannot wait to put paint to canvas. I am full of wonder as to how it will all work out in the end. I am still thinking more on the message, I like to use words, yet sometimes the words are hard to find.