Here's the first of the three two foot by four foot panels I am working on in the studio at the moment. I remember saying I was stuck when I began the last "sketch" Flutter. I suppose now I am considerably "unstuck". The painting is lurching and reeling towards something right now. It feels awkward, but positive. I am opening up to the possibilities of accident and mess and the grotesquely beautiful. When I told this to my husband, he mutely nodded and left the studio. I suppose he was confirming the "grotesquely beautiful" part (in the kindest possible way). No matter. I think I'm onto something.