Just finished a picture. Been working on it for ages.
Going well for a while.
But when I turn my back – and then I look again – get dismayed. Gone wrong again.
Going down blind alleys. Going up the chimney.
Nebulously.
Like smoke.
Added some small, golden horizontal lines: top left. To echo something. Felt it could help.
And this magically resolved the whole thing.
Couldn’t believe it. Seemed such a casual, innocuous gesture – careless almost.
Stepped back. Thought: It’s finished!
The word: “Crescent” – popped into my head – no idea why.
Immediately liked the sound of it. The associations.
“Laughter in the” came out of nowhere and joined the party straight after.
Don’t normally bother with titles. This, however, captured my imagination and worked.
A few days later I remembered The Crescent is also an area near where I live.