Blooming

I recently bought a copy of The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse while browsing a favorite used bookstore. The timing couldn't have been better.  Even though the colors were blooming inside, I was having a spell of self-doubt.  

Isn't it great that we really can see inside each other through our work and what we create?

This piece brought me a lot of joy, but also required a lot of patience.  It was sometimes exhausting trying to tame my need to balance all the different aspects so the piece reflected the energy of its wild background. Eventually I let go and found refuge in the contemplation and peaceful effort of following the lines, even when they went outside the color.