When I was in school I had an assignment to paint any place from memory. I painted the bedroom I had when I was little. During critiques the instructor commented on a random red paint stroke at the edge of the bed. My feeble explanation was that I just felt like it. She said it was awesome, because that's what painting was all about. I still think of that red brush stroke and this painting, Flowered Collar, also reminds me of that red brush stroke.