Yesterday I felt like I had been in my dryer's high-heat tumble cycle. Today I felt renewed and surprisingly compassionate to myself, my children, my parents, their parents, their parents' parents and all parents in general.
The mother of surprises, happy mistakes, mystery miracles, and whatever else you call the slew of magical things that occur while painting happened today. I was filled with the resonance of this convergence that I saw in person three weeks ago at Cranes beach. I knew it was going to be abstract, based on the color temperatures and vibe I felt that day. But I wasn't really prepared for the end result: