In our humble apartment. There is often not enough room to paint. So we make room on our floor. Not quite sure yet on what kind of mood I wanted, but I am drawn to the moments right after a rain. There are many variations of greys.
When I lived in Indonesia, I remember that I could "smell" the rain. My mom would give me an umbrella, much too big for my size. I would lift my feet and let the wind carry me a few steps.
This piece is dedicated to Martha Tian and Rick, to whom without their unending support, I would not be here painting this piece. Thank you both for giving me the key to unlock my potential.