I had a woman who was examining my art recently ask "Do you know when you are done with a painting?"
and I replied that I did. That I would work, and re-work until it clicked into place~ almost like a lock: click! and that I just knew deep down in my heart that it was finished.
but then... it is like she jinxed me. This past month I have been plagued by the lingering ending. It is the product of thinking too much I suppose.
This painting is about finding your own voice and dreams in the midst of a crowd. It is painted on a map of NYC.