What is unusual about the final image is that earlier in the day I had been trying to paint a heart using alcohol inks. The ink didn't cooperate and nothing went in the direction I wanted, so I washed off the tile and played with the ink and the alcohol spray.
Three drops of each color; red, orange, yellow, brown, green, purple, cranberry. I let them blend and dry and then spritzed the painted tile with alcohol spray. I started taking pictures after each spray, hoping to capture a bit of the magic that happens when the colors work together.
When the heart appeared, my eyes grew wide and I experienced that sense of wonder that I once thought was reserved for the joyful discoveries of childhood. The heart, that it existed at all, was impossible to ignore. I had a lot to wonder about. How did that happen? Maybe I couldn't create a heart earlier because it was already there. Maybe my muse was at work while I played, placing each drop carefully and distributing each spritz of spray.
Something was happening there and it was trying to say something about the origins of art.
It makes me wonder what else might happen in this life if I would just get out of the way?
My son created the music, which makes it all the more special to me.