It's been a while since I painted black swans. I've been imagining the place where they live.
A marshland or swampland, the ferns and fiddleheads, the water lilies.
It's not entirely unexpected, however I think it might be time to start dealing
with the unquestionable lack of space and environment in my paintings.
Introduce a narrative? Maybe.
For now I think I'll stop thinking and just do.