Get used to acting with partial information
The resolution in this one feels hard fought, hard won, and at the same time tentative. In some of my paintings, that final layer is a confident crisp line, looping through space on a trajectory that seems like it was always going to be doing what it is doing. The line takes up all the available oxygen. That isn’t the case here.
I keep looking, trying to pull that final bright green form together all at once, see it as a whole, extracted and mathematically sound. When I focus on any given area, it's clear and easy to track, but looking at the whole thing at once, the line becomes elusive, blending into the noise of everything that happened to get to it. And so, instead of the line, this one is all about the interstitial spaces, functioning as their own compositional elements within a broader mosaic. The benches in Park Güell in Barcelona made from shattered ceramic tiles come to mind. Apparently, on a day with a dangerously high pollen count.