Dead and dying flowers

I’ve been gorging on grey today, or at least trying to. Some days you think you know what to do, other days all you can do is guess, and maybe the second is only the first without confidence. I’m pushing on with my grey surfaces. The technical term might be ‘working in series’. A kind of serial guessing that generates a life of its own. You have to be fit to gorge properly. The big painting, not one of today’s, is another of those vaguely nice backgrounds waiting for a nudge. The smaller one, just a magenta-ish line on grey I am quite pleased with. There is something about the way in which the line twists the grey space and creates tension. Or is it all an illusion? Today’s greys are much juicier thus far.