A rusted truck sprouts symbols of hope, as weeds grow in a unique garden bed.
I painted a design in light and dark values and drew the truck into it. Then, when it seemed that I could never pull a recognizable painting out of the mess, I let it sit where I couldn't see it for months. Later I pulled it out and decided that this just might work. As the truck and it's "garden" began to emerge, I realized that it had been there all along; I just had to find it in the paint.