I started over.
Sometimes it’s just like that.
Sure, I could have cut out the clouds I’ve already made and sewn them to the new background. They probably would have been fine, but how many times in a lifetime does one person have to make do? In art making and in living only when I absolutely have to make it work am I going to settle into that feeling of what if.. what if I would have said that thing? What if I would have just gone for it? What if I would have just gotten the one I wanted..
So here it is.. my blank slate. Doing it my way. What feels like the right way..
Once again with all the blues piled high and waiting to become a massive pile of chaos while I cut out tiny pieces that will become clouds and the intricate backdrop to a wildflower field.