They conjoined, forming shades and surfaces sharp, smooth, and ridged. The textures of my paint strokes – powdery, glossy, jagged – gave my painting a tone, as if it had a voice of its individual, from time to time shrieking, at times whispering. Rough indigo blue. The repetitive upward pulls of my brush fashioned levels on my canvas. Staring into the deep blue, I felt transported to the base of the pool I swim in each day. I looked upward […]
