Red, Black, and Spatula

[smokingboot]

Painted this on saturday. And while I can appreciate that I might well be the only person anywhere who could like this, I am satisfied. Making it felt good, half made-up half-remembered figures and places. Not sure about imposing a narrative. Perhaps there's something to be said for letting the observer identify shapes with which they resonate, respecting pareidolia as part of the process. One - but only one - pattern comes from that recurring dream of hiding on a mountain in the dark with soldiers advancing from below. But I can hardly call it Coming Round The Mountain.

So Red, Black, and Spatula will have to do.