Fantastic Whimsy
Original Art. Watercolor and ink on cotton paper. 6” x 8”
Whispy bits of thread-like filaments, floating through the air, like smoke. Twirling, falling back on itself, swirling. It is like thoughts, emerging out of nothingness, then twisting and turning, growing in many directions. Taking on a life of their own.
But it's abstract. The meaning is not in what I see. It's about what you think, or rather how we think about it differently. Colors, shapes, tones and lines effect us individually. Abstraction is a solitary experience, not a collective one.