Work in progress on this very hot afternoon. There’s literally two Black Widow spiders near where I am painting. Maybe that’s where the red came from. Another thought I was having is how some people come into your life and for whatever reason they always mysteriously ignite a fire in the pit of your soul that gives things some clarity and purpose. When you feel a purpose it makes painting (for me) more enjoyable and connects closer to a level of consciousness where art comes from. The weird thoughts that become actual things.