Well, this is what abstract art is about, at least for me.
Number three for the month of June arrived with more texture and depth than I was prepared to deal with. I stepped back and slapped my cheeks. It actually looks abstract and deep, never mind the egregious use of nature's worst color, orange.
In a more pretentious mode, I might have called this Native American Warrior on Horse, Rounding the Canyon Walls of Regret.
Titles, they do come easy.
This is a cropped and altered version of what you see above, and the strawberry red really appeals to my album cover sensibilities. This would appear on the cover of a failed experiment linking jazz and the seminal sounds of ducks quacking in time with a jackhammer run by a punk tripping on acid house.