Slow lip of fire

here is the progression: 36 inches by 36 inches. Painted in the lovely late fall garden, soft and warm, which at the end turned frosty, as snow fell in tiny lazy spots. I have decided to call the finished piece: Slow Lip of Fire, after a song by Joanna Newsome, one of my constant studio companions.....

starts as a calligraphic scrim. I love it like
this but am given feedback that it seems
merely decorative.

beginning....

becomes punctuated by golden light

Playing with the idea of chandeliers dripping with beads

then, dissatisfied with scrim, decide to puncture
into the space w background

Finished! Needed, in the end to remove the beautiful
yellow to bring the painting into balance.
And a bird of hope to balance all the raw, fiery energy.