“To paint is to love again, live again, see again. To get up at the crack of dawn in order to take a peek at the water colors one did the day before… is like stealing a look at the beloved while she sleeps.” — Henry Miller

I’m in the FINAL STRETCH of a collaborative project. One of my favourite things to do in this part of the creative process is turning the page and discovering what the alcohol markers have left behind. As the colours bleed through the newsprint, they create an unexpected companion image that is ghostly, imperfect, and somehow complete in its own right. Those hidden versions of the pages always intrigue me!