Lately, I’ve been feeling confined by my compulsion to define every arc and curve. And I’ve noticed myself tightening up.
How about a subject that I knew little about but that has surrounded me from coast to coast? Waves! Big and small. Distant and close. Wave after wave:
Next up, flowers, a subject I know well but with looser arcs and softer lines:
Style is an evolution. Habits run deep. Even after decades of painting, I'm still trying to find my voice.