Current WIP

I’m sitting on the floor of studio allowing the brush to dance along the surface of the panel without forcing anything. This an attempt to allow the inner to guide the painting. What is this unseen movement of the moment that I do not acknowledge or am unable to open too fully? What is really there? This moment is already passing into another. A constant flow of evolution millisecond by millisecond. My intention is to let go of any preconceived ideas and simply observe what is now.