It’s half past midnight. dog is asleep on the couch to my left. There’s a big orange tabby in one of the boxes behind my canvas, and almost 13-year-old Thing2 is passed out on the nearby TV room couch, worn out from the first third of our weekend Star Wars marathon (The first of many in anticipations of the next release in the series). It’s the perfect time to start work on the S-side — the summer side — of my painted screen.
At 6 feet tall by 4 feet wide, right now it’s a hot mess. It’ll take a while to see something emerge, but there’s nothing like a little creative work out at half past midnight.