Blackberry
The ochre ground kept pushing through no matter how much white and teal I layered over it, so I let it stay, like light caught behind branches. Down at the lower left a dark plum mass gathers and spreads, almost like a bruise, the way blackberries stain whatever they touch. Everything else is movement, big turning strokes that never quite settle into a single shape.
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On your own wall, at its true size — opens your camera
