I have had a curious week this week. The colour of that pot exercise I did agitated my mind with memories of India, and all that I loved about Indian art. I had to follow it through, though I couldn't grasp what it was about. This painting (now painted over and lost, like all good mural art should be...) perhaps caught a tiny moment of what I was grasping for.
The mind and heart keep looking, waiting for connections....
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