swimming

The painting is going somewhere, but oddly and slowly. Because it is from a dream it's source partakes of no worldly painting considerations...it is all sensation: visual & tactile, with no regard for dimension, composition, time or the demarcations of paint. So I go as though blinded, presented at each decision with the particulars of real time brush work and its pictorial results, and not really knowing how to get that to run parallel with the dream information.

Trees, swim

From somewhere come all these greys amid the trees. I'm always surprised at the linear quality of a painting's beginning, and here it has continued with the thickening layers. I hadn't expected the misty effect.