Searching for images through magazines. Looking for the pictures of the things I see out of the corner of my mind's eye.
I see it, cars painted in glossy iridescent paint. Soft upholstery that purrs comfort. Glowing highlights of soft hair. Gentle curve of a long neck. Fragile, delicate pink.
Ironically, when I start to paint from the collage, my response is hyper, nervous. Brushes don't deliver the look I'm after. Grabbing the oil pastels, they give a scratchy, raw representation I find satisfying.