24×18
Mixed medium and acrylics on canvas board
A tangle of threads. A whisper of movement. A map drawn not in lines, but in instinct.
Direction West began with a moment of playful mischief—Ocean, my ever-curious companion, discovering a skein of yarn and weaving joy into chaos. What followed was not planned, but felt. The yarn, once knotted by paws and wonder, became a compass of its own—pointing not to a place, but to a possibility.
This piece captures a moment of spontaneous creation, where softness meets texture, and disorder finds form. It is a tribute to intuition, to curiosity, to the quiet westward pull that invites us to loosen control and follow what calls—however unlikely its origin.
