Several years ago I decided to try some dots in a painting. My nephew, maybe 6 at the time, and I had just made a few paintings together with round sponge stamps.
Different than my rows of hatch marks, maybe too different, but people I trust loooooved it. I tried more dots but without success. Awkward. This six inch square got me a bit closer to comfort.
Then a few weeks ago I braved dots again, first by scratching marks into the paint and that made it all come together. This one is called "Teal Over Teal," the signature color for ovarian cancer, and one that just makes me all calm and comfy. And by the way, my nephew is almost 12 now. Breakthroughs happen when they happen.