This started as a woman standing in a tiled room, facing me, then became a woman in a tub with her back to me, then the mirror appeared and called for a reflection.
My process at the moment is: keep going until something starts making sense. Then stop – stop when there’s a glimmer of being near completion (at which point things are often unsatisfying in a way that I can’t put my finger on). After a few weeks or months, I can sometimes see what I could have done differently.
A landscape that exists only in my imagination. Lesson learned: it’s hard to make sense of light and colour when there’s no reference (i know that’s obvious to the point of “duh!”, but sometimes the idea of a painting is so strong that I just want to give it a try).