Looking for a clue to a pattern, a shape. Trying to make some sense of the flurry of colours and marks. Trying to find something that may be of meaning.
Taking a leap. Braving a decision. Shaping, moulding, covering up, controlling.
Until I feel content.
Then stepping back again to see. Smile spreading on my face, realizing.
If you try to control your chaos – what do you end up with?