My brush became matted with dry paint, causing thick strokes and ungainly grooves to appear in the gray background here. I walked away dissatisfied, only to return pleased, as my pause enabled me to see this background new. A sense of falling persisted while I looked at it. I poured on liquid blues, aqua and teal, as I explored unplanned patterns. Complex turbulence errupted side by side simpler, overlapping sheets of color. A band of liquid streamed into a blob, which seemed to spawn a serene profile. Mistake? Masterpiece? Mystery? A mixture of all three, perhaps. I had no formal intentions, only spontaneous revelations. A long-necked head morphed from a car engine floating over a plumeting mass of water. How the mind demands a familiar vision at all costs!