The red piece on the wall looked like this last week:
AAAAAAGHHH!!!! A red alert started flashing and a voice was saying "Danger, danger Will Robinson!!!" (For those of you not watching TV in the 60s, just ignore this.) I think the glare from all that red was causing a dangerous flux in the fabric of the time-space continuum... plus it lost the cool circles which were my favorite part...
So I set it aside for a bit. That's all you can do sometimes... and just wait for fresh intuition to tell you what to do. If you try to push it you can end up with a hot mess. Art cannot be forced, it must be allowed. I make the space for it and it does what it wants to.
Love your writing! "... glare from all that red was causing a dangerous flux..." Fun reading! Cracked me up.
ReplyDeleteAnd this part: "Art cannot be forced' it must be allowed." Great sentence. I may have to steal it.