fluid acrylics mixed with pouring medium on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
She has a lot to balance right now. Sometimes she wonders if she’s up to it, what with all the competing demands for her time. Often two opposing forces merge in a fast moving river and she gets taken downstream for a while until she can find a grassy bank or sandy bottom to gain a foothold. She would like to say “It’s my life, my decision what I do now.” But she knows there’s no point. She’d make the same choices and end up here again.
And then she notices. . .how rather perfectly that ball is already balanced. . .
Is there anything more wonderful than watching paint flow?! Tipping and pouring and tipping back another way and watching the streams of color merge. Then maybe someone or some creature or story emerges. In this case it was a woman and the ball she is balancing was a medallion made of poured paint that completed her story. Two very simple paint strokes finished it. Can you guess where?