The abstract.

I don’t do it.

There have got to be connections, clearly visible reflections of the natural world in the art for it to arouse my interest.

So, isn’t it ironic that my artistic endeavors are strictly abstract?

I’m taking it as a challenge to my way of thinking.

A deviation from my patent norm.

Whether the word ‘folly’ or ‘failure’ will latch onto my efforts is still to be determined, but…

I feel brave for even trying.

Fool?

Been there, done that.

Really. What’s another knock against this old girl’s name?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe