I come home tonight after a day’s work and although I did get quite a not accomplished I still don’t feel centred. I have the overwhelming desire to paint, which pleases me greatly. I drop the groceries and the laundry at the back door, get out the wine, put the music of Cecilia Bartoli (that women has the voice of an angel and hair that would make Leslie Greentree weep openly) singing Mozart’s Arias on the Bose, and sit down to paint. I’m well underway within 20 minutes and paint most of the evening.
Here is the progress tonight with many hours left to go. I probably will paint again in the morning light.
And that is it for the night. Too dark out to work any longer. I hope I’m still feeling painterly tomorrow.