Life must be lived amidst that which was made before. Every landscape is an accumulation.

~ Donald Meinig, from "The Beholding Eye" in The Interpretation of Ordinary Landscapes

A subtle play with layers found its way into my early paintings. I found the aggregation of texture and color on paper fascinating. What happens optically when we move closer or farther away from the work? What is revealed? What is concealed?

This painting is part of the Play series.