It is almost sad when the most beautiful thing from a day of painting is your palette knife. The beauty wasn't intentional. It was just a tool used in the hand of the artist and ended up making a better painting than whatever else was being painted.
I am working on some abstract paintings every Thursday. My process is one of exploration—trying to find what works for me. Lots of experimenting, and layers upon layers of color and texture.
Perhaps that is what makes our lives beautiful too. Not all our effort to will something into existence, but rather the mess left over from our effort.
The images here is of the plastic trowel I use to mix and spread my paint. I'll let you know when the actual paintings begin to start working.