Last Sunday I decided to pick up the brushes after a gap of six months or more and finish my 14th painting. This a weird one and it is a classic example of painting from the subconscious when it goes off by itself and leaves you working out what the hell happened.

I have thought about adding to it, trying to refine it but in some way it would not be right. Expression is a funny thing, there is no right, no wrong, no perfection or imperfection. Perhaps like a tear if you think about shedding it - it risks becoming a crocodile tear rather than the raw unplanned chaotic rain of the human soul.

I have been sitting on this one for a long time, pondering on what the hell I should do with it. Last saturday I reworked the red and then came to the conclusion what is meant to be is meant to be and it is time to move along.

To me it looks like an abstract jaw bone / mouth. It is a little ironic but I think i thought to much on the painting when I was doing it rather than letting the brush find itself.