Monday, June 17, 2013
I have not yet reached the painting stage of my organized life. The new crinkle, husband care, has taken over and until that resolves or I can't move no art will happen. The earliest window is possibly September when a knee replacement will definitely slow me down enough to hold a brush. And so I dream of cerulean blue, painters gray, butter yellow, and an empty canvas......and my heart yearns and my spirit dims until then...
Posted by Dude at 8:10 AM