No matter the number of hours I put into a painting or the number of layers I add, I go back to the look of an underpainting. Upon reflection, I can relate to this version. It leaves room for the flexibility that my life demands. With five active littles there is very little room for anything but flexibility. My nature is to attempt to control my day in and day out. Life laughs at me, and I am reminded to let go and enjoy the freedom that comes with.
The underpainting reminds me that you can always go back to the basics. When I find myself on the wrong course or in the aftermath of poor decision making I need to go back to the basics. There is hope in that all I have to do is start over.
Lastly, the look of an underpainting lends itself to what some may call imperfections. The imperfections are my favorite part. These are reminders that life is not perfect. I am an imperfect mess on my own. Fortunately there is God's grace and mercy, without which I would be lost. To me, the beauty is found in the mess, or in this case the underpainting.