prayer to a red moon

the mind tells endless stories

leap into the cloud

battle of the angels

sun on bird mountain

Recently I went back through paintings I’ve posted over the past year. I found a couple I didn’t like anymore. One of these, I ripped up, then put some of the shredded pieces onto two fresh sheets of paper and let new pictures emerge. This and the next image I’m going to post are the results.

truth is the brightest torch

where i thought i’d find you i only found myself