Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
I don't know what I'm doing...
...I'm just doing something. Channeling Jackson Pollack. This piece looked kind of angry in the beginning, and then I softened it a little. It is a reflection of my inner landscape, where I am still an artist in the bud, hoping to bloom soon. Please.