As promised, here is the other abstract. This one is 18 x 24, mixed media, also. I threw paint around and moved fast and furiously. The movement and shapes emerged, like waves. Then the colors needed more and more until I got the intensity and flourescence I was looking for. I just pushed until I satisfied my sweet tooth.
Again, the photo loses the subtlety of many translucent layers, and the more gradual changes of color. There are yellows and aquas, in particular, that bring the lightest areas to life in the original. Here they are just whited out.
>>>> Appendix de Grenouille #28 <<<< Etienne (what I call Steve when I am most homesick) lets me sit in the ice box with the Grey Poupon. There I can reminisce of fields of bright yellow mutarde, blowing gently in the breeze, and recall the sweet sight of bright red cocquelicot growing on the hillsides. This day there was also a jar of cornichons, the sour little minnow of the pickle world.
Sigh. This part of Caroline is tres jolie, but some days I miss La France.