This morning I put on my painting clothes and sat in the studio for the first time since the beginning of August. My studio literally has cob webs and the stale smell of mildew. Every year the end of summer feels like this, a little sad for the end of the season, for all the artwork I inevitably didn't get to work on, and the momentum I didn't keep going; at the same time, excited and a little anxious for a new season, new schedules, new times. Is it insanity when you keep doing the same thing expecting different results?
At the moment I have four half finished paintings and a new box of supplies waiting for me. I have a calendar that is about to get the word STUDIO scrawled across its days. My daughter just went back to school, and my husband just went back to work...
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| detail of unfinished painting |