I’m standing here, with an unacceptable yellow, but some luscious viridian green, pthalo blue and a crimson red with so much depth I didn’t want to stop mixing colors. That yellow. It barely had pigment. I needed to paint yellow sunflowers, so eventually, I was going to have to face that yellow. I was using a photo of sunflowers. Then I stopped worrying about the yellow, stopped judging my mark making, stopped being fussy and I threw myself into the painting. “This needs to look like it’s moving this way…” and “flow and dance here…” are some of the things I hear myself thinking. Things are becoming clearer. I’m accepting the yellow, with an additional dot of viridian. I appreciate the angels of color-inspiration.