in progress

Portola. 

Working on layers of paint, texture, mood, weather, color, light, grime. Using cardboard strips, brushes, squirt bottles, sponges, rollers, sticks. Paintings go from almost finished to barely started to overdone, paint is being washed off, piled on and moved around. I feel unsure, then convinced, then miserable, even more insecure, and finally, if all goes well, completely happy.

Still a long way to get there. Two more months.