A series · first panels on the easel
Every color the sky owns, braided through fields of white.
The open series: any color may enter, but white holds the field, and each accent has to earn its crossing. The braiding is done wet-in-wet, so the heavens stay woven, not striped.
The palette
White carries the panel; every other color arrives as a thread through it, one accent at a time.
The first panels are on the easel. The discipline is set; the work is arriving.