A page from my sketchbook with bleed through and spillover from ink wash on the previous page; two different little tweaks in the editor.
They remind me of a scene from a highly recommended documentary I recently saw on Netflix, Gerhard Richter Paints, in which he is studying a large abstract he's been working on, and squeegeed the whole thing over with white, when a colleague walks in and stands beside him, joining in his contemplation. She says something to the effect of, there's nothing left except those lines, referring to a scant few arcing lines formed where the paint broke, that just happen to be there. "Yeah. Yeah." Gerhard agrees. The impression I got was they both rather liked this.
Also this quote from Andre Gide comes to mind: "Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better."
Found art? Accidental surrealism? I'm suffering white-out from our current frozen landscape? I don't know, I kinda like it.