12x12 on wood. Acrylic. This is a piece I have had for awhile. Since I am thrifty, I picked up these pieces of just plywood. Started painting on them.. The color and the darkness made me think of secrets. We all have them, and we try to hide them in the shadows of colors trying to camouflage or to hide them in the dark trying to cover them up. Hey, but you know they always seem to come out in the light. That circle of brightness. Saying here I am all your SECRETS .
I suppose I always have to put a story with all my art. It just is the writer in me. I am sorry if I bore you with my words. If so just say stop all the words. The fact is if I stopped my words, my art would not exist. Because to me they are both one in the same.
Thanks for stopping by and taking a look at my blog. I really do appreciate all that have been so kind and making me feel welcome. I am still so not sure if I have the right to call my self a artist. When I look at all the amazing talent out there. I still have yet to put prices on my pieces. For I have a problem with the value of them. We put our heart in soul into a piece. Then we have to put a price on it. How do you do that?
May you always dream in color,