And then, because there were far too many things going on and I HATED the composition, I struggled to figure out what to erase. The strong emotions used to keep me from continuing, now they just guide my eraser (if it's my standard pencil approach) or the white paint in this case. Shiny spot is because the paint is still wet!
I can't dream anything on this surface if there is so much visual noise. I'm looking for something from within - within the image and within me - and that requires more quiet, and more suggestions of things, rather than bold lines or shapes. Those can come later, when I'm defining whatever appears.
This is shaping up like The Storm and Angels in the Architecture. They were both carved out of a mess like this one, after there was enough going on to get the juices stated, and after my imagination got to the right mood.
Looking at Angels in the Architecture again makes me realize how much this painting is like my Nana Emery's style. That causes a pang of missing her - I would love to have shown this one to her and gotten her thoughts on it.
This might be all I get to contribute to AEDM 20.