This one wasn’t planned. Pigment was thrown onto water without a map — no color theory, no forcing, no second-guessing. Just movement. Later, while scanning the prints, one composition surfaced. A field of wildflowers, if painted by Joan Miró. It felt like spring. Field Trip is a little psychedelic, a little sun-drenched, a little elsewhere — umbrellas by the sea, fruit stands in heat, a meadow behaving wildly. Hand-marbled artwork, translated to silk 20x20“
