These tiles were done with glass paint, a medium to which I was originally introduced by a wonderfully whacky artist and nun — she had been supposed to make temporary repair to a stained glass window, but then creativity took over. What fired my mind was her freedom in letting the paint speak for itself.
But the tiles are not glass. I’d run out of the thinner I might have used to create a wet-in-wet effect. So this is improvised — letting something emerge from what’s not possible.
What is it? What does it “represent”? Nothing and everything. There’s something about being — as opposed to pretending to be what I think someone else might expect.
There’s something about water and paint be themselves rather than trying to bend them to my will. There’s something about creating, without pretending to be The Creator.