Something about this appeals to me. The negative space maybe.
I'm thinking about turbulence today. The plane hits a mean pocket of air. The car stumbles over a jagged roadway upheaval. Something comes out of nowhere and jolts your balance. Blindsided. The Surprise! that doesn't come with shouts of happy birthday.
Do you hold on tight, white knuckle grip through it or let your body go slack until you find your balance again?
Tomorrow one last self-portrait and this project will be complete. I'll have proven to myself that I can, in fact, finish something.
Summer on the rose.
Randal does no harm.
Geoffrey has a happy accident.