bright

There's the heart, can you see it?

layers

No particular pattern, just laying down the squares.
Then lines in the alternate colors. Designs of whim and flow.

compare

It's never fair to compare objects or thoughts or emotions. We do it anyways. It's a way of setting ourselves up and dropping ourselves down. One beat at at time again.

Matters not, really. What we see is what we see. What we hope for becomes things we may not have imagined. One hope at a time, I guess.

I miss it all. I compare here and there and know that isn't fair. Do it anyways. But is it a case of grass is greener or a case of familiarity or a case of just plain wanting things the way I want them.

gloss or matte

Each base was a matte black, about two coats thick. Then in a similar fashion to the Mosaic piece, single brush strokes to from squares in green, blue, and pink.

volumes

We're back in Florida, I have extremely limited supplies here. The handful of brushes and paints and stuff that fits into a plastic container. So I pick up a pack of three small cardboard canvas' to work on.