They say that painters and writers are doomed to repeat certain images. Shapes and forms trapped deep in the soul continue to try to get out. I have this image of light and dark verticals, maybe a bit like a forest of tree trunks, that won't go away, and that comes up when I let my mind and brush take their own course.
The painting is warmer and brighter than this image - cameras seem to "blue" the images a bit, and the color is never as saturated with a point-and-shoot (even our good Olympus) as I'd like. I did help the image along a bit with some software, but it still doesn't do justice to the original. But it gives you an idea - let's you see another shadow of that image inside me.
19 x 19, watercolor and pencil underdrawing, as usual (the largest square I can get on my Arches hot press, stretched).