Rain drips

When the rain hits the ground running there is no problem stopping to play. It can make you see reflections of yourself, and puddles over what you have grown.  Kill the old and grow new.  When the new grows, the cycle starts again.

This is how I view painting, it's a rainstorm. When ideas flow it can start slow then build to something intense with surprises. It holds outside meaning that you are unsure where it came from. When you play in it, you feel free.  It becomes addictive.  Makes me want to stay in and hibernate for awhile.

Below is a painting that accumulated the rain drips for my November.

Cycles, 2014