As I am wont to do, I was using up leftover paint from 1st Post-COVID Dance and this is the result.
I see a couple of faces and, oddly enough, so do the people who have seen the painting up close. One person pointed out to me that one face I can see is actually so much more complete than I thought. Another person sees a tribal mask.
This is what I like about abstract; also what I like about using up paint leftover from the day’s project. I never know what I’m going to get. I love the freedom of trusting the paint, the brushes or other tools, and the random strokes to find their own picture.
Ah, the freedom of letting go!
Proof of My Existence 
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