The rhetorical query: Where does the time go?
I paint or write or create something. The action is beneath the surface. On the exterior, it looks like I'm Doing Nothing. Small projects reached critical mass and it felt important to get them done. Done. Not perfect. Which they are not, but then completion has its own sort of perfection.
|Completed Item #1: this mega-journal I started in 2013|
|Completed Item #2: a self portrait on 36" x 36" canvas|
|Detail of Item #2: fun with drips and drizzles|
|Completed Item #3: this odd little triptych of a blue sunrise|