I just had to laugh at myself.
I am that way.
I buck at bonds and bristle at obligations, even if they are of my own making. I have a love/hate relationship with rules. I love peace and order, consistency and the comfort of routine, and yet...I often itch to chuck the rules out the bally window! There is nothing that takes the fun out of something/anything quicker than a "have to".
So I sat down to make one last artwork for my challenge (I mean, it's only one more, c'mon!). Maybe I would make something colourful, something richly textured, full of emotion, many-layered, multi-messaged, dripping with life and thought and personality... and yet this was the only and persistent picture in my head, and what my hands and my heart wanted to do:
#30 (or not!)
I am going to blog a little challenge dissection, or rather more of a distillation, in a few more days. I really want to think about what I am taking forward from this experience. And tomorrow it is Buried Treasure time. So same time, same place, perhaps with less perversity...à demain.