Behind The Veil: An Artist’s Reflection
The paper swims in front of me as I lean my body over it again, moving the water and paint in large sweeping gestures. I push off the paper and kneel on the edge as rivers of dark, watery paint…
The paper swims in front of me as I lean my body over it again, moving the water and paint in large sweeping gestures. I push off the paper and kneel on the edge as rivers of dark, watery paint…