Oil painting time is almost a cathartic experience because it starts as streaks and drips and forms into an image for me that I mold and carve away continuously. It forces me to see things I wouldn’t normally reflect on like how things shine or darken in the light. I had envisioned a woman looking out of the curtains but something called me tô have her be disconnected and almost hesitant to pull them back. What do you see so far? LTKOver40 LTKHome