Circles of Apocalypse

This painting was a ‘push’ for me. Normally, I’m loose and accepting of the process, but with this one I felt tight and ‘bound’ as I painted it. I even took a towel and wiped off some of what I had painted. When I felt it was ‘done,’ I stood back and my first response was to keep digging into it; to ‘fix it,’ but I felt God’s hand saying ,”no, leave it as it is.” Obediently, I turned off the light and left my studio. I came back down the next day and looked at it, flipping it around from one side to another… staring at it trying to relate and resist the urge to pick up my brush and ‘do something!’ Sovereignly, I noticed a scene of eerie substance in the lower right quadrant… a haunting ‘deserted village’ of desert rock pedestals and yardangs… It felt apocalyptic, I’m not sure I like it…