Sometimes an idea and I wrestle together in the studio. The wrestling takes many forms: I carry the difficult piece to other places to see it in a different light; I will often try something that is absolutely wrong simply to get some movement on the idea; or in the end I take a deep breath and cut the piece apart.
This ground was a large (remember who's writing here) woven piece built up from from strips of linen and silk. Maybe the size of the original froze the blood in my fingers. I don't know. But when I cut the larger piece apart, there was instant understanding and new direction, even a bit of fun in adding more layers to the back of the ground for more stability. The cutting resulted in a stack of 2" (approximately) squares.
From the change of direction came a glimpse of tree, water, and sun. Just a glimpse. It came on a day when I needed to have a pink and blue tree in my afternoon.