The night I created this piece, I was not in a good place. Overwhelmed by family drama, I was determined to create a beautiful piece to continue in a series of handcrafted soap-inspired swirls.
I didn’t succeed.
My frustration mounted and finally, I swiped the canvas with a paper towel, spreading the autumn jewel toned colors across the canvas in a very un-soaplike way. This was satisfying. I realized that even if my brain knew I should paint something more delicate, my heart needed me to express my anger on the canvas, and that’s what this is.