Något slitet, något gammalt, något gjort

Heminredning när slumpen får råda.

Something chipped, something old, something handmade. At my house. Decorating by coincidence.

Sunday night painting

Sunday afternoon and night have always been my favourite time for creating. It is like a soft filter has lowered itself over friends and family and chores and allowed time for a quiet time of painting.
Tonight I stared for quite some time at four unfinished pieces, (in somebody elses eye they probably looked totally done) but they didn’t do it for me.
This one started out like a dark painting, then a young girl came in for a while, then a large very young person took her place, then I got sick of all the people always cramming their way into my work so I said No to them and just started moving my brush…
Now this one has to be in quarantine for a while before I can decide what I think of it …