The Breeze is Back
Oil on Wood
Last week was hot. Too hot to do much of anything other than dip feet in the cold sea and hope for rain.
What a difference a cool breeze makes. Yesterday laundry was hanging again and it felt like what our family calls "a typical Maine day," the hallmark of which is bright, blue, and breezy. It's a joke, of course, because it so rarely what we get. But in the midst of winter when we dream of Maine, it is always a "typical Maine day."
Not much is how we imagine it to be. In the studio I have been trying again to loosen up, try new things, not worry about making mistakes. Not much is getting finished, but it feels like progress. We'll see.