Sunday, May 22, 2011
It felt so good to pick up a brush and start painting again. I began this painting months ago. It sat there on the easel, calling to me. I finally ripped myself away from procrastination -- finished washing the clothes and cleaning the house. I took Sammy out for his walk and settled into the studio. I was drawn to the painting like a magnet and picked up where I left off as if the image hung in the air waiting until I began layering it onto the canvas.