10 years ago I was still refusing to deal with computers at all. A lapsed Luddite, that's me. The first week after my computer moved in, I had nightmares about my brain rearranging itself to suit the machine. I kept trying to click on my memories in my sleep.
Times change. I've found myself experimenting in Photoshop lately. I have only rudimentary facility with it, so the process still feels clumsy. But clumsiness might be part of the fun--I don't have so many habits to streamline the raw experience of making.
I get utterly absorbed, if not obsessed. I lose awareness of time, forget to so much as take a sip of water--all the symptoms of surrender to the zone of creativity--even if it is virtual creativity.
I've used layers of sheer fabrics showing through each other. I've made works in chenille, which cuts down through many layers and shows them all. In oils I use a lot of glazes, building up an image from transparent layers of paint. But being able to decide the percentage of transparency I want in an underlayer? Yowz!
Some mysterious, dreamy images have emerged. I've been taking (even) more photos lately. It's not over....