Time has no meaning or value when I sit or stand at my easels. The clock moves, the paint moves but it all blends into a blurr of work. Even when I finish for the day and the sky darkens and tell me to to stop, I drive home and think about what I must do, fix, change and control the next day. It is a beautiful obsession. I wish I could say that my knee aches or my back. They do. But, it is not problematic. I am so lucky. Every day I cling to that feeling. I love my time in the main studio. Music rings out, favourite tunes from times long ago experienced. And problems must be solved. Additions of payne's grey or violet or crimson. It is the most wonderful experience... It truly is joyous. I have actually been thinking about moving the oil studio to the main space. There is room. Oodles of glorious space. Terrific high ceilings. My easels are able to fully extend. Big windows, wide space. I am so bloody lucky. I know it. I feel it. I enjoy it. I crave my hands in paint. I hate going to bed at night. I can't sleep for wanting to get back. Sometimes, when my partner is away I just sit in my space and feel like ... It is overwhelming to think how I am so lucky.... How did I get so blessed with this space. How did I get so lucky to have such a supportive partner?I am filled with anticipation- should I unveil my new series as a whole or in wonderful pieces- painting by painting. Each one builds upon the last. Cowboys- I never would have thought they could prove so amazing an experience. Guns and bits and textures and metals and odd things and ropes. Horses. WOW! It is a wonderful life!
