It's one of those days. The kids seem to want to make sure all the old boundaries are the same (Surprise! They still are!). Runs me a bit ragged. This is what calms me down. Paintings that aren't really anything. I mean, I could conjure up the self that was once an art student and come up with some really wonderful explanation for all that these ended up being...but frankly, there is no wonderful explanation. Unless it's to say that Mommy needed just a little break from reality, and what better way than to squirt a little paint on top of some canvas that used to be something else...until that wild hair sprung...the straw broke...and the new bottles of paint caught the corner of my eye. Or, if you'd like; the yellow symbolizes chaos, the blue and green are the chaos becoming serenity, and the splashes of red, energy spontaneously erupting.
(Which ever suits your fancy.)