Emergence

I started this piece just working textures and background.  I loved the deep colors.  I feel like deep texture and deep colors invoke deep thought.  I had wanted to add form the picture and hadn’t come up with anything that felt right.  One night, as I worked the surface, it occurred to me that maybe I should just leave it alone…with no form? 

As I let the paint dry, I became sleepy and decided to go to bed.  The next morning when I awoke, I looked at the painting and a face had appeared in the lower left corner.  I didn’t put it there.  The thought of images appearing from some external source reminded me of folks I’d heard in the news where they had found Jesus in their toast or Elvis in their soup.  Was I making this up? Was it like finding a face in the clouds or a shape in the patterns of the ceiling where you look away and can’t find them again?  I snapped a photo of it and sent it to a friend to be sure.  Nope…it’s a face alright.  I was both excited and a little creeped out at the same time.  I left it that way and it’s hanging in someone else’s house.

The irony of not knowing what form to use, then giving up the task and leaving it be only to have the form emerge on it’s own?  Reminds me of something…

Letting go.