Blue, the fog? ...

Painting done with shellac Coromandel on mdf. On this table, no photo inspiration, no real reference, just a desire to put content on the support of my fleeting fancy of my brain or rather creative musings. Like all my books, there's that moment of hesitation, hesitation, uncertainty that can last from several hours to several days, during which I wonder how am I going to transcribe (is this really the right word?) on the support, my feelings, my worldview within which is mine. Layer after layer, detail by detail, adding later ... The work in its finitude appears as if by magic out. Sometimes I feel like I'm there for nothing, and yet ....