I've been struggling with this sketch for a couple days. The pigment spill exercise is from a Mother's Day visit with my daughter, where we sat outside on the lawn and worked our respective creativity. She did her magic with silver, and I distractedly dribbled paint on wet paper. Somehow the colors didn't work as well as I would've liked (perhaps they dried too quickly in the warm air), but that disappointment only gives me permission to play freely with it, then. After all, it's already messed up, isn't it?
I had a couple photos from a few years ago, when Jim and I visited Seattle for the day. We'd wandered around the Pike Place Market and I took a couple shots of a fruit vendor offering slices of perhaps mango to passersby (not sure, I didn't take one). I've been itching to use the figure in some sketch, so the sumptuous fruit displays made a great perspective lead-in, focusing on him. I thought I'd just weave the scene around and in between the pigment blooms, eventually creating a Twilight Zone-ish bleed-through between realities. Though the sketch is busier and more visually confusing than I prefer, I love the way it looks like reality rips and boils away amongst the seemingly normal marketplace activity. Especially the dissolving of the fruit table on the lower right.