One long mainly red paint peel seemed (peeled from the plastic pallet) to have a posture, and in that posture a mood -- a heaviness. As of one on a long journey. They are surrounded by the multiverse and all manner of mystery and beauty and yet walk on, head down, thoughts on what? Who can say? Perhaps a teacher, mentor, elder, in the past (right side). Perhaps the long road. Do they see the joyful one so nearby and yet so far? No but that one imparts energy for the journey. It will be slow, and it will be completed.
This piece has had two titles. First "Launch" and then "Crossing the Loneliness." The sides like the front surface are not areas of color but spontaneous movements. The ragged multi-color edges of the red length show the randomness of the paint that was dried on the pallet. I love just accepting what comes off. The peeling away if slow and gentle can sometimes yield a very long piece like this. Ready to hang with ample coat of matte varnish.
