“Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.”
I am returning to the paint seeking answers. Hoping that the doorway it opens gets a handle on that thing that I am struggling to find the words for. Words are just confounding me. They are tying me in knots rather than laying everything out straight and clear. So it is in the symbols that I seek clarity.
Looking at this first layer of messy, crazy, tranced out paint vomit, I question whether the illumination I seek will even appear here, but even as I do this I see the flickerings of characters peeking out between the chaos. So there is hope.
Maybe tonight or tomorrow I will return to this and add more 'options', more opportunities and pathways to follow. This is only the beginning...