Couldn’t Be Further Apart – Day 9 of 30 paintings in 30 days

 

This is the time of day when the winter sun splashes onto my work area. You can see it there on the table, and up on the wall. If I turn toward the window, the light hits me in the face, and blinds me. My studio is starting to show the wear and tear of painting every day without cleaning up in between. I actually work best this way. I know where everything is, such as the orange creamy pastel is where I left it, under that piece of paper toward the right. My brain maps out, and memorizes.

 

The sign on the wall says IN YOUR FACE. The journal I’m working in is being crowded off the table. Any minute now it’s going to fall on the floor, which is okay. I like my journals best after I’ve bruised them.

 

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