More Slow Painting

I did a couple more slow paintings yesterday.  A lot of feelings get stirred up as I paint -- mostly sadness and some anger.  As I was beginning the first one and noticing how it was going, I said to myself, "Life is not pretty."  So that's the title.  It's true too.  And then last night I had nightmares.  And I knew they were nightmares.  They felt like nightmares.  That's new.