I’ve been chasing waves all weekend.
I painted night because it’s the best way to get a block of uninterrupted time, but it’s a double edge sword.
If you’re under the influence of the art bug, walking into your studio was a bit like an alcoholic walking into a bar. You think, ” i’ll just take a look at last nights stuff quickly.” Then you pick up a brush to fiddle with a spot just didn’t look right and before you know it, the paint is still flowing at 2am on a work night.
And even though I’ve learned to hate 7 AM and I don’t have any illusion that I could quit anytime I want, it’s not a problem.
Clouds and dark descend
and day lifts from the lake
now heaven is earth.
I love snowy days when the whole world seems quiet. maybe not truly at peace, but just enough silence to let a body stop and think.
It’s a painting day today. It’s also blizzard day, and I’m happy about it’s a painting day today. It’s also blizzard day, and I’m happy about both of those things.
We went to have brunch before we got snowed in, and I’m sure the scenery from the driver figure into paintings somewhere today, but for the moment I have the other extreme–summer–on the brain.