Working abstractly can feel like throwing things in the air and seeing where they land. The beginning of the process especially, then things happen and more deliberate decisions are made. A blob becomes a thing.
In the past, I dreaded the notion that one of my paintings looked like a pattern. Not today. I have fond memories of my six years in the garment district. And it's all pattern, it's repetition that may be undesirable...or not.
This last one immediately felt like a landscape. My mark making vocabulary can be limited and when I go in that direction I accept that this may be the result. I like that approach to painting, the palette suggesting the subject. The goal is to expand my vision, and not make my same composition. All the while being gentle.