On the spur of the moment this morning, instead of packing, I rounded up my friend and painter, Kristen Garneau, and darted into San Francisco to Paul Thiebaud Gallery to see Pam Sheehan's exquisite little paintings. Landscape, cat, dog, beach. Soft, dark, deep, personal. Everything I strive to be doing.
Oh what a good idea that turned out to be. Kristen schooled me in color mixing, and how to make a good gray. We both were so inspired we stopped at Blick Art to stock up on supplies. I came right home, mixed up grays and worked on this little painting which had been headed for the garbage. Discarded canvas, my favorite material.
It took all day to come to this. Was it the getting rid of even more clutter? Or the doing of difficult tasks. Or maybe this morning's walk with a friend. And then the reworking of a troublesome painting. This was my prize. At the end of the day. Fast. And fun. And full of life. Tomorrow is another day.