I have painted 4 completely different layers on this canvas. I just couldn't get it right. I went from neutral to dark to light and back to dark again. I honestly just didn't like it. Looking at it from a distance allowed me to see that the imagery looked like like coming through the clouds. Somehow this idea balanced the heaviness of blacks and blues. A painting is truly finished for me when it teaches me something. I wait for that moment. I have learned through this piece that it is heavy and unsettling to be in a place of grief and acceptance. But it is necessary. After sitting there for awhile and deciding not to be in a rush, I notice the light breaking through the clouds. The light holds me in a calm stillness....a knowing that time will slowly let the light back in.
