A thunderstorm is upon us. I hope the phone and electricity stay on. Last week the storms here were intense, I lost my phone for several days, and the tallest lupine got flattened. Sitting at my desk today, I was cold and damp, and finally pulled out my sheepskin boots and lit a fire in the wood stove. Even Pasha cat decided his sheepskin rug was better than outside, he came in with all kinds of forest floor stuck to his tail. I won't complain too much, after all, days like these inspire my paintings.
I just got a pile of images back from the photographer, all of watercolors on paper. It is my most recent work. Actually, this work was made for a show last October, but the images didn't work the first time, so they all had to be re-shot through glass. They came out quite well, and though I'd rather be painting in the studio, I am needing to focus a bit on the business of art... wouldn't it be great if I loved that as much as painting and dreaming, listening to the sounds of the forest and teaching...!
I'm anxious to get through the business list and get back to painting. I can feel the bursting of new images inside me and the pull of my newly organized studio. But tomorrow I MUST get my oil changed, thank goodness I scheduled it on a day forecast to be rainy again. I have a hard time leaving the beauty of the forest when the sun shines and the trees caress me in their gentle dance with the wind.