Best laid plans and all that jazz.

Just like this painting, which was intended to be a background layer.  Putting down warm tones to serve as the underpainting for a cool oceanscape.  But the urge to paint dark shapes, reminiscent of birds in flight, to paint dark silhouettes of movement against the bright tones, those urges simply overcame me.

And then it became something else entirely.   Sometimes the best things happen this way, via serendipity.  When you plan things out, sometimes nothing goes to plan.  Sometimes the only way to have a ghost of chance is to just let go and follow your intuition.  Sometimes the best thing is waiting for you where you least expect to find it.