I really like this piece but it wasn't until it was actually done that I realized how rife it was with metaphor. There's the black cats. The old crone. The stairway. The light, the cane, the seven separate steps. Good God; I almost feel like Dan Browne. It's very much like a dream and could be interpreted in a thousand different ways ... I think that's its charm.
As an addendum, I have entered this piece in the Liquitex Muted Colours competition because the whole thing gains its strength from that side of the palette. This is a shadow scene and only muted colours in juxtaposition with a shift in value and temperature can ever convey the miracles that go on in quiet places. Muted colours suggest the dream, the unconscious, the potential.
Acrylic paint, crayon