This one wasn’t planned.

Pigment was thrown onto water without a map — no color theory, no forcing, no second-guessing.

Just movement.

Later, while scanning the prints, one composition surfaced.

A field of wildflowers, if painted by Joan Miró.

It felt like spring.

Field Trip is a little psychedelic, a little sun-drenched, a little elsewhere — umbrellas by the sea, fruit stands in heat, a meadow behaving wildly.

Hand-marbled artwork, translated to silk. arriving with the spring equinox March 20.

Care: Hand wash with mild detergent.

Hang to dry. Iron low.