It was bound to happen…
Thursday, March 24th, 2011
I have a live/work studio that took forever to unpack, organize, and make perfectly functional. Now that it’s nearly done, all it took was the first rainy day (keeps me inside, yo!) and I sat down and had a painting session. It was with watercolors and gouache and ink and stuff, not oils (still need to buy a new piece of glass for my palette as I ditched all my old ones). I was actually about out the door yesterday to go to Home Depot, to get the glass and some other items, and I took one look at the rain, and was like, “eh, I’ll stay in”. Yea, that’s how it went down. It was actually really nice. The rain pitter pattering outside, the cars racing by sounding like they’re going to crash into my front window, Iron & Wine playing, hot cup of tea, Lily sitting maybe 6 feet away, wondering why the heck this took so long, my hand acting like I never skipped a beat, paper flowing, paint swishing around, white gouache about gone, cutting open, peeling apart the aluminum casing, trying to pry out the last of it. I didn’t want to stop honestly, but by 10 p.m. I had to start my news job. It was nice…felt really, really normal. Felt like me.














