no, says my right-brain inner artist, to my left-brain engineer. no, you can’t tidy up that “mess” in the lower left corner. that’s what creates the tension that makes the whole photo work. to which my inner engineer responds by sullenly moving the lower right petal of the almost perfect grid one millimeter nor’nor’west, while waiting for my inner artist to come to her senses.
dried rose petals
Your words perfectly describe what happens in my brain! I think in my case is the left-brain engineer is the one who always wins.. will have to work on that..
I enjoy your work Immensely!
I like it