Cubism or the the idea won't let me be.
The contours pull and push at my arms.
Searching and wandering for the piece of the equation, in between, around ,behind.
If I am lucky I can sense the tail end of it!
Catch a hold or a glimpse of what has been calling me.
I am not sure,
The curiosity calls me.
When that settles
and the calm sets in
and the only thing you can hear is a faint soft whisper...
Water colour Paint, Charcoal, Gesso on Panel