The rice bowl is textured and nubby. It’s the most textured element of the picture. But then it’s surface is composed of so many shapes.
It’s a very satisfying way to paint — or way to see — to be telling oneself: “this goes here and this goes there.”
It’s like housekeeping.
Lights comes through the back of the canvas that’s in the works. The flowers are amorphous and I don’t know how much paint and flower I want — or how much I want the grain of the canvas to be part of the picture’s essence.
All I know is that the ethereal morning light, coming through the back of the canvas, is not a thing to be held and captured.