Paintings grow in and out as I go along. They push me to try new things and often they pull me screaming ( just kidding). I love having a painting sitting and waiting. I stare at it and wake up in the middle of the night thinking about. Lots of them never see the end or finish, but they help me with so many others that do come to that finish. This one may or may not. I am loving the journey and so very thankful for what it gives me. So pushing and pulling happens on the canvas and in my head and it's all good.