I love all kinds of art. Abstracts, filled with texture and movement, are an absolute favorite as are beautiful landscapes and realistic renderings of still lifes. One genre I am particularly fond is edgey, funky, raw outsider type art. You know, the kind that can give you a bit of an internal jolt or a feeling of being a smidge off center. Last night I just started messing around and working completely intuitively - no plan, no map. The piece that came out may not be everyone's cup of tea but I am loving it - even the next day. My husband person (you know the one who periodically expresses a wish for a bed quilt and that his jeans get mended) took one look at this piece and declared "that is gallery material". I do so love this man who never fails to surprise me.